"I understand."
Hearing the Dragon King's utterly sincere words of trust, Su Yuan gave a firm nod.
He gripped Chen Nuoyi's wrist with one hand and drew the Crimson Origin Sword with the other.
As spiritual power poured furiously into the Crimson Origin Sword, blood-red light began flashing wildly along its body.
It had clearly exceeded the safe power limit.
Boom—
In the next instant, the Crimson Origin Sword shot forward, piercing the rain and carving a streak of scarlet light through the air as it carried Su Yuan and Chen Nuoyi away, speeding straight toward Jinhua Mountain.
Judging by its initial speed, the Crimson Origin Sword was hardly any slower than Mai Ba He.
In the blink of an eye, the two figures had dwindled into two tiny specks, with only the sword's red glow still visible.
Only Chen Yifeng and the Dragon King remained where they were.
One was one of Taihua City's strongest, with an aura so powerful he seemed nearly invincible.
The other was a down-and-out father who had only picked up his sword again today.
No matter how one looked at it, their strengths were nowhere near equal.
To put it aptly, Grandpa Chen was the true Dragon King.
The Dragon King was merely a dragon slayer who didn't know his own limits.
The battle was about to begin.
Yet after three seconds of silence, the Dragon King slowly put his sword away.
He had no intention of fighting, let alone stopping Grandpa Chen.
If Su Yuan had been there, he would have cursed the old bastard for putting on an act!
But the truth was, Grandpa Chen had no intention of chasing after Su Yuan either. He simply nodded at the down-and-out man before him and said:
"Chen Liangchen, you acted pretty well."
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