Chen Yu gave a soft laugh and said modestly, "Brother Luo, you flatter me. In the end, it's only that I truly no longer wish to leave."
Yan Wufeng's face was cold and stern as he said in a deep voice, "In that case, we can only ask Brother Chen Yu to generously go to your death."
Chen Yu looked calmly at the old man with vertical pupils, composed and unruffled. "Brother Yan, are you truly completely certain you can put me to death?"
Yan Wufeng chuckled. "Could it be that Brother Chen Yu is still hiding some ultimate skill that can turn the tables?"
Luo Ping lightly brushed the dust from his body and said in admiration, "brother Chen, you came all this way, fighting three alone, yet you managed to wound the three of us to this extent. Luo truly admires you!"
Among the three of them, Luo Ping had been struck by more than a dozen streams of sword qi and was in a sorry state. You Guangzhou was even more wretched; not only had he been injured by sword qi, but the Nine Yang Divine Skill had also burned his meridians. Only Yan Wufeng, relying on the strongest physique, had the lightest injuries, but he was by no means at ease.
You Guangzhou barked decisively, "Enough nonsense. Chen Yu, die!"
"Eighth Soul Skill—Void Shadow Burst!"
In the void, more than a dozen Void Dark Serpent clones over ten meters long appeared out of thin air and pounced at Chen Yu like ghosts.
Seeing this, Chen Yu could not help shaking his head with a smile. "Brother You, why use this move again? Could it be that you have no other methods left?"
"The righteous path is fraught with hardship, through winding peaks and turns we pass