Amid the rolling yellow sands, Meng Lixi, the Sand Sea Divine Sacrifice whom Ye Zhen had forced out from underground with sword light, looked somewhat surprised—but even more so, ferocious.
"Kid, don't say this old man didn't give you a chance. Surrender to me now, and there is still time. I can make an exception and take you as my disciple. When that time comes, you will still enjoy inexhaustible glory and wealth!" Sand Sea Divine Sacrifice Meng Lixi shouted at Ye Zhen.
His words offered Ye Zhen one final chance, but Meng Lixi's body was far more honest. The instant his words fell, his aura began to soar rapidly.
Clearly, if Ye Zhen refused, Meng Lixi intended to kill him with a single blow.
Ye Zhen's mind raced at high speed.
Facing a Mid Dao Realm expert once more, Ye Zhen's strength had multiplied, yet the pressure on him had not lessened in the slightest.
The gap in cultivation between Ye Zhen and a Mid Dao Realm expert was still far too great.
Moreover, Ye Zhen knew very clearly that he had to face today's battle—and he could not run.
If he fled, all his efforts over the past two-plus months would go down the drain.
However, Meng Lixi did not give Ye Zhen much time to think. In the span of these few moments, more than a hundred divine guards accompanying Ye Zhen had placed themselves around him, each ready to face death.
Clearly, they wanted to use their lives to create an opportunity for Ye Zhen to escape.
In Meng Lixi's eyes, more than a hundred World King Realm experts were little more than chickens and dogs waiting to be slaughtered. Yet even slaughter took a little time.
He did not want any accidents in today's affair.