As long as it was not too excessive, Chen Yi was easy to talk to most of the time.
As long as you were willing to pay, Chen Yi could even tolerate some of your unreasonable demands.
But if you wanted to touch his money, that was another matter entirely.
Without any nonsense, Chen Yi brought down his left hand.
Mana that had already reached Saint Spirit grade poured out madly, forming a ten-thousand-meter Flame Palm above the Undying Old Man.
"Buzz!"
Countless cracks appeared in space.
The Undying Old Man, standing beneath The Left Hand of the Flame God, wore a savage expression. Before he could even pull the arrow from his chest, the surrounding space had already turned solid under the pressure.
The pressure, as if the heavens were collapsing, made even him unable to move.
The Undying Old Man's eyes widened.
Even under such might, his senses gave him no warning whatsoever.
If he still failed to realize that his senses had been misled, then he had lived all these years for nothing.
"Ying Chi! Ying Meng! Ying Ji! Save me!!!"
The two Rank 7 players flew into the attack range of The Left Hand of the Flame God and launched attacks at the palm.
Pitch-black shadows wrapped around pillars of blood and qi. Combined with the Heavenborn's immense strength, they actually forced the Flame Palm to halt.
Chen Yi's Intelligence attribute was not enough to crush three Rank 7 players, but the destructive power of his techniques was! His flames were!
After pausing slightly, The Left Hand of the Flame God descended again, grinding the shadow-wreathed pillars of blood and qi into nothing with flames.
As Chen Yi pressed down further with his left hand, the palm landed upon the three Heavenborn.
Two more faces twisted