Master and Disciple Talk, Refining the Divine Descent Altar!

"Disciple, your strength has actually reached such a level?"

Mu Yun was greatly shocked, scarcely able to believe it!

The Divine Son's projection, which he could not withstand even at full strength, had been no match for his disciple's single sword strike?

For a moment, Mu Yun felt deeply dejected...

How many years had it even been?

As the master, he had already been left a hundred and eight thousand miles behind by his disciple!

After unleashing that sword strike, Chen Xuan flew straight out of the Black Sin Abyss and began a slaughter!

He released the Dragon Soul Sword Domain, which expanded without end. He did not even need to attack; wherever he swept freely through, countless demonic monsters and ancient corpses shrieked and fell!

The Insect Race engaged in battle sensed Chen Xuan's aura, and each of them cried out excitedly.

Lord Ant King had returned!

After the time it took to burn an incense stick, Chen Xuan returned.

Mu Yun had already finished healing his injuries, yet he was still in low spirits.

"Master, you're already very strong! It's just that your disciple's talent is far too overwhelming, so... hehe! You mustn't belittle yourself, alright?" Chen Xuan teased as he consoled him.

"You brat! You're showing off far too obviously!"

Mu Yun shot him a speechless glare, though a smile appeared on his face.

As the saying went, a teacher for a day was a father for life!

The stronger his disciple became, the more glory his master would have on his face!

Yes!

That was exactly the truth!

At that moment, Chen Xuan raised a hand and forcefully drew the platinum mirror hanging in the air into his palm.

He muttered coldly, "Another Low Grade Divine Artifact?"

"Oh? What do you mean, disciple?" Mu Yun immediately