Demonic Might Shaking the Heavens

Young Palace Master, martial clashes are not as simple as you imagine. The higher-tier the martial artist, the less you can hold back when striking.

Furthermore, it is not as though only one or two Divine Altar Realm grandmasters have died at the hands of Chen Yuan. He also has secret treasures such as the Hungry Ghost Path and the Blood Spirit Heaven-Rending Gu backing him up, and those are far more terrifying than divine-artifact avatars.

If we insist on capturing him alive at a time like this, we could easily ruin everything.

The Young Palace Master can simply go to the rear and command the overall situation; the two of us are enough here.

Once we deal with the other Divine Altar Realm martial artists present, Chen Yuan will merely be a turtle in a jar, with nothing to fear.

Lu Guantai was younger and too lazy to bother with this idiot Han Yi, so Helian Qianshan had no choice but to step forward and explain things to Han Yi in detail.

Yet upon hearing this, Han Yi's expression instantly darkened. "I told you to deal with Chen Yuan first. Did you not hear me?

"This is not only my demand; it is my father's command!

"Besides, two Eighth-Level Divine Altar experts hesitating to deal with an Origin Pill Realm martial artist—what use does the Primordial Demon Palace have for the likes of you!?"

Han Yi's words were bone-chillingly cold, his low voice steeped in a strange, oppressive aura.

The expressions of both Helian Qianshan and Lu Guantai shifted slightly.

Han Yi's aura at this moment was nothing like that of the dissolute young master from before. He actually carried a trace of the oppressive presence belonging to the Demonic Lord Han Guang.

The Primordial Demon Camp was Han