The Collapsing Primordial Chaos

After hearing Yi Yun's provocation, how could Primordial Chaos Dao Lord endure it? He had ruled over the Dagan Divine Continent for many years, and all the disciples of the Dagan Divine Continent treated him with utmost respect, not even daring to breathe too loudly in his presence. Even people like Saint Cliff Divine Lord would offer him a few flattering words when they met. He had never encountered anyone who dared point at his nose and curse him as an "old bastard."

"Brat, since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!" Primordial Chaos Dao Lord charged at Yi Yun with a long saber in hand.

Although the treasure cauldron Yi Yun had obtained had formidable defenses, it was not invincible.

Inside the Primordial Chaos Vortex, Primordial Chaos Dao Lord had been too busy saving himself to deal with the tortoise shell. But in this outer space, as long as he got the chance, he could capture Yi Yun and the cauldron together. Once he sealed Yi Yun's cauldron and slowly refined it, it would be like catching a turtle in a jar—he could torment Yi Yun however he pleased.

But how could Yi Yun not know this? How could he give Primordial Chaos Dao Lord such an opportunity? The moment Primordial Chaos Dao Lord moved, Yi Yun had already put away the Kanglong Ding, opened the Primordial Chaos Space, turned around, and fled at a speed faster than a rabbit.

Why would he fight Primordial Chaos Dao Lord to the death? He simply wanted to infuriate the old bastard to death.

Primordial Chaos Dao Lord chased after him in a fury for a while before gradually coming to his senses. Wouldn't continuing the pursuit lead to the same situation as before? This little bastard was clearly trying to