Without experiencing hardships, Sword Intent is like a mirage—elusive and intangible.
"That way, it would be impossible for him to advance further into the Divine Power Realm!"
The three Serpent demons did not know what he was thinking; now, their faces displayed mocking smiles.
"Brother Lu Chen, after we get his corpse, can I take his two leg bones?"
"Then I'll ask for both arms to decorate my Cave Mansion, as a token of recognition for this Human Clan's Genius."
"Fair enough..."
The Serpent stared down at Chen Yi, its golden vertical pupils brimming with murderous intent.
It did not tell its companions one thing—earlier, it had used a Divine Power Technique, but it was ineffective against that Sword Cultivator!
It didn't know if Li Qingzhou had intervened or if it was due to the Sword Cultivator's own peculiarities.
"After this battle, I will know if it's really him..."
...
Just then, the pursuing Tiger Demon Futu caught sight of Chen Yi and was overjoyed.
