C1453 (1/2)
”Chant...”
After Ye Zichen transformed into a True Dragon, he battled the Octadic Snake for half an incense stick of time, causing the sky to shatter and a large number of cracks to appear in the sky.
”F * ck, just what kind of fortuitous encounter did Ye Chenfeng have? He actually managed to fight the Octadic Snake and not lose!”
The Demon Saint enveloped in black light was shocked when he saw the Silver Sword Soul that Ye Chen summoned.
He was well aware of the difficulty of cultivating a Sword Soul, not to mention raising it to Silver rank. Furthermore, this was only the lower level of the Soul Dueling Continent.
”What opportunity did he obtain on the Soul Dueling Continent?”
He had a feeling that if he was able to obtain the opportunity in Ye Chenfeng's body, then he might have the chance to cross the hardest step and break through to the Demon Lord realm in the lower realms.
”Qi Chengtian, use whatever else you have up your sleeve.”
Ye Zichen controlled the Silver Sword Spirit to break through the Octadic Snake, while he stood in midair with a domineering aura, and shouted out towards the Eight Qi Royal Family.
”Open the restrictions and let him in!”
With a cold glint in his eyes, the Demon Spirit ordered gloomily.
”Alright!”
Although Qi Chengtian was the Divine Emperor of the Eight Qi Kingdom, his strength and status was incomparable to the Demon Spirit Saint. He didn't dare to disobey the Demon Spirit Saint's orders and had already activated the palace's restrictions.
”Let's go in as well!”
Luoshen led Dao-addicts, Tian Ji, and the others through the activated restrictive spells and entered the chaotic palace.
”We meet again!”
The Demon Spirit Saint, who was enveloped in black light, looked at Ye Zichen with a profound gaze and said with a deep voice.
”You won't run away like a stray dog this time, will you?”
Although the Demon Spirit Saint was an ancient almighty being and was one level higher than him, Ye Chenfeng, who possessed the Blood of the Grandmist, was not afraid of him.
As he spoke, Ye Zichen's peripheral vision was constantly on the bruised and tied up Du Tian, who had already fainted. As he watched her be held by Qi Chengtian, Ye Zichen continuously tried to think of a way to save her. ”Uhh …”
”Ye Chenfeng, although I don't know what you have experienced all these years, but since you have come here, it doesn't matter if you have the ability to transcend the heavens. This place will be your grave in the end.” The demonic energy that surged out of his body was becoming increasingly strong, and it even dyed the entire space black.
”Demon Spirit Saint, the grudge between us will be resolved today!”
Although Ye Chenfeng's strength shocked Luo Shen, she was well aware of how terrifying the Demon Spirit Saint was. She stood up and said that out of fear of any accidents.
”Luoshen, I recommend that you better not interfere in this matter. Otherwise, when Sir Demon Lord wakes up, it won't be just a simple stab, but a twist of your head!”
Two eyes that seemed solid shot out of the Demon Spirit Saint's eyes. He glared at Luo Shen and gave him a cold warning.
”Demon Spirit Saint, do you know why I didn't pull out this dagger after so many years?” Luoshen's elderly face revealed a deep look of hatred as she spoke.
”What? You still wish to take revenge on Lord Demon Lord?” The Demon Spirit Saint said with disdain.
”That's right. I would rather have my heart pierced by ten thousand arrows than to kill all of you alien Outsiders!”
As he spoke, a powerful energy erupted from Luo Shen's body. He was like a lion that had awoken, baring its sharp fangs as it prepared to attack.