A Mad Thought: Kill Him!

The moment Di Wanyun said, "So it was you," the air around them turned as murderous as a winter gale.

Luo Chen tried to take a step, but it felt as though a mountain bore down on him. He could barely breathe.

"You truly have some nerve!"

Di Wanyun sneered. "You killed my son, yet instead of fleeing, you dared to make a name for yourself on the battlefield. I can't decide whether you're bold or simply courting death."

"Senior," Luo Chen said hoarsely, "I used every means I knew to remove that curse mark. Why is it still on me?"

"Want to die knowing the answer?"

Di Wanyun gave a cold laugh. As Luo Chen waited for his reply, he unleashed a sheet of golden light.

"Go kneel before my son in the Nine Springs Below and ask him!"

Just as the golden light reached Luo Chen, a damaged shield appeared before him.

The golden light struck the shield with a thunderous bang, shattering the iron in an instant!

Amid the explosion of iron shards, an azure curtain of light unfurled.

At first, the curtain was vast, like a sheet of glazed glass.

But as the golden light drove through it like a blade through bamboo, the azure curtain kept shrinking.

In the end, it barely covered Luo Chen's body.

Luo Chen's face twisted. His whole body shook.

At last, the golden light stopped advancing.

The old man frowned slightly and recalled it.

It was a cloud-shaped Magic Treasure that shifted endlessly in his hand, now a sword, now a hammer. Its myriad transformations were wondrous to behold.

"A damaged defensive Magic Treasure and a defensive spell honed to the limit."

"No wonder you two dared run rampant across the battlefield."

Across from him, Chu Kui looked graver than