At the same time, he had obtained two thousand Great Dao Saint Crystals.
At the same time, there was also the Primordial Supreme Treasure of the Hong Chen Great Dao exclusive to Hong Chen.
The Hong Chen Jade Pendant.
With a thought, Lu Chen handed the Hong Chen Jade Pendant to Hong Chen,
then looked toward Hong Chen, the familiar, slightly roguish smile curling at the corners of his lips.
"How does it feel? Is this Saint Realm cultivation satisfying?"
At his words, a faint, distinctly human smile also appeared on Hong Chen's face, and he nodded.
"Very good. Better than ever before."
Lu Chen's gaze finally moved away from Lu Chen.
It slowly turned toward the eight Pseudo-Saints who were like startled birds, their faces deathly pale and their auras disordered.
His eyes instantly shifted from gentle to indifferent.
Like ice that had endured for ten thousand ages, like a god above the Ninth Heaven looking down upon a swarm of... insects about to be crushed to death.
"Now."
Hong Chen spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an unquestionable air of judgment that clearly echoed through every inch of the shattered starry sky.
"It's time to settle the accounts of these past three years."
Settle the accounts!
Those words were like two invisible sledgehammers, smashing viciously into the hearts of the Eight Pseudo-Saints!
Their entire bodies shuddered violently!
The Abyss Demon Emperor abruptly bit the tip of his tongue. The pain and the bloody sweetness of demonic blood stimulated his nerves, which had nearly been swallowed by fear.
He knew they could not continue like this!
Escape?
Before a true Saint in perfect condition, where could they possibly flee?
Their only chance of survival was to fight!
They had to take advantage of the fact that their opponent had