Chen He, Despondent and Bewildered

Xia Long and the others were utterly stunned. Golden-red light spilled from Shen Yiwei's Will Divine Body as he pressed one hand to his forehead.

His head throbbed.

It seemed that Chen Yan had forcibly infused him with a new set of memories earlier. Back in the cave, he had genuinely believed that he was Chen Yan.

Then he had been killed once more, leaving behind only his Will Divine Body.

Lu Jianxia stared ahead, shocked and bewildered.

There, Chen He was covered in blood. One blood-red vein after another pierced into his body, forcibly draining all the vitality and strength from him, leaving him in a wretched state.

Meanwhile, Lu Zhiwei's head was gaping with its mouth wide open. All its former arrogance and refined air were gone; Chen Yan had toyed with it in the palm of his hand.

Everyone felt as if countless thunderclaps were roaring inside their minds.

What on earth had happened to the world?

"Chen He." The young man on the throne spoke with a faint smile.

"Do you like this kind of welcome?"

Chen Yan waved one hand. A cube assembled from golden Formation Patterns flew from his grasp and landed in the hands of the Green Robe-clad Lord of True Meaning.

The Lord of True Meaning pursed his lips and tucked the cube into his robes.

Even now, he still had no idea what Chen Yan was up to.

"Chen Yan!!!"

Chen He's roar rang out.

"You think you can really kill me?!"

His face was as cold as ice.

In the blink of an eye, it felt as if the whole world had turned against him.

What had he, Chen He, done wrong?

But the young man on the throne merely smiled, Crimson Cloud flowing through his eyes.

"You still don't