Demonic State

Xuan Hong wanted to kill Chen Yuan for revenge, but ever since the day Chen Yuan killed Xu Baiwei, he had already been considering when to deal with Xuan Hong as well.

He had killed the man's lover and son; Xuan Hong was bound to hate him to the bone.

Rather than wait for the other man to suddenly come and ambush him someday, it was better to take care of him first.

Chen Yuan simply had not expected the opportunity to come so quickly.

"I'll kill Xuan Hong. You hold off Zhao Wuji. He's already been seriously injured by me, so with your strength, there shouldn't be any problem."

Tan Wujie glanced at Zhao Wuji, showing no regard whatsoever for the White-Clad Marquis.

Although he was only in the Origin Pill Realm now, even if Zhao Wuji had been at his peak, Tan Wujie would have dared to face him head-on.

"You want to deal with Xuan Hong alone? You should know that he's at the peak of the Eighth-Level Divine Altar Realm, and unlike those pieces of trash from Radiance City who only have cultivation but lack real combat power.

"Xuan Hong did not become the chief of Formless Hall by relying on his master's status. He fought his way there with the Golden Arhat Staff in his hand."

Tan Wujie was slightly surprised. Originally, he had intended to join forces with Chen Yuan against Xuan Hong.

But to Chen Yuan, killing Xuan Hong was important, while Zhao Wuji also had to die here today.

At that moment, seeing Chen Yuan and Tan Wujie openly discussing who would kill him, Xuan Hong could no longer endure it. He let out a furious roar, Buddhist light shooting into the heavens around him. Solid golden radiance surged from the Golden