Xiao Chen stood upon a radiant sword, floating above divine clouds. His white robes fluttered, his dark hair streamed in the wind, and he looked like a youthful Sword God. He merely glanced once at the two Golden Mantis Demons below, then ignored them, shifting his gaze to one side. His eyes suddenly turned cold.
Before the palace gates, he saw an old acquaintance. Yang Ziang, broad and imposing, with a wild aura, was tightly bound to a three-meter-tall bone torture rack that radiated a sinister chill. He was covered in blood and blade wounds; from head to toe, not a single patch of unblemished flesh could be found. Clearly, he had only recently endured a round of inhuman torture.
"Xiao Chen?" The sword radiance was too dazzling, like a divine sun illuminating the world. Yang Ziang's pale lips trembled as the divine light scorched him, and he instinctively raised his head. The instant he saw Xiao Chen, he froze!
The Golden Mantis King was terrifying beyond compare, possessing the might to cleave the heavens and sever mountains!
There was nothing they could do after being captured. They were already on a dead-end road!
Xiao Chen could clearly have escaped disaster, so why had he brought Lan Xiaodie here to die?
"Xiao Chen, get... get the hell out! Hurry... leave! Don't throw your life away for nothing!" Yang Ziang threw back his head and roared with all his strength!
The righteous were often butchers and dog-slaughterers; the heartless were most often scholars!
Unlike Zhang Sheng, although Yang Ziang had once had conflicts with Xiao Chen, after entering the God-Demon Battlefield, he had regarded him as a comrade.
Though Yang Ziang was savage in form and had committed no small amount of slaughter, he had never been in the habit of