He Zhen listened to Yang Chen's words and sneered. "Yang Chen, when my Taiyuan Palace wants you dead by the third watch, who would dare keep you alive until the fifth?"
Hearing this, Yang Chen shook his head.
"He Zhen, you will soon learn that the greatest mistake you have made in your life was coming to hunt me down, Yang Chen. If you want to kill me, Yang Chen, you will have to pay a price written in blood." Facing He Zhen, Yang Chen showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, his words were icy.
This truly made He Zhen's fury surge. Yang Chen was merely a brat who had just entered the Heavenly Separation Realm—yet he dared look down on him?
Absurd!
"Yang Chen, with this old man here today, you think you can stir up wind and waves? Leave your life here obediently." As He Zhen spoke, he struck in an instant.
"Lord He Zhen, you must show mercy. If you truly attack without restraint, this mere Diyuan Star may not be able to withstand your methods at all," the Night King could not help but say.
"Hmph, there is no need for you to worry. It is only a Diyuan Star. If this old man destroys it, then so be it. I will bear the consequences!" He Zhen did not care in the slightest, sweeping his hand as he attacked.
Hearing this, Yang Chen gently shook his head. He was thoroughly disappointed in He Zhen and Taiyuan Palace.
Taiyuan Palace had pursued him all the way here, creating disasters no less horrifying than natural calamities and earthly tribulations. Yet these people of Taiyuan Palace did not care in the least. They even felt that it was only natural, that there was nothing wrong with it.
But if they