Yi Chen looked coldly at the burly man and said, "You're not bad. Your cultivation is stronger than the others', but unfortunately, you're a little too old. Your strength and physique haven't improved much."
The burly man stood dazed for a moment, then suddenly sprang up with a roar. He shook both arms, and hundreds of sprays of blood burst from his body. His skin rapidly shriveled, leaving him a skeleton.
Yi Chen stared at the burly man in surprise and muttered to himself, "So he was a skeleton? Hmm, it seems the Demon Dragon Hall really is mysterious."
The burly man glared darkly at Yi Chen and cursed in a low voice, "Despicable scum! You dared destroy my flesh. I curse you to die a wretched death..."
As he spoke, thick black smoke rose from his body, and his form slowly grew indistinct. His voice drifted out, tinged with desolation and venom. "Just you wait, just you wait... the Demon Dragon Hall won't let you get away with this..."
Yi Chen laughed contemptuously as his figure slowly blurred. He sneered, "Won't let me get away? Heh, what a pack of idiots."
A gust of wind swept past, and the black mist slowly dispersed.
The burly man vanished entirely. Even the armor he wore disappeared without a trace, leaving not so much as half a fragment.
Standing on the cliff, Yi Chen saw ranks of cavalry hurrying toward him in the distance. Knowing there was no hope of escape this time, he simply hovered quietly in midair and waited for the enemy to approach.
A legion of knights charged up before Yi Chen. Their leader shouted, "Who are you? How dare you attack us! Do you have a death wish?"
Yi Chen looked coldly at them and murmured, "You're from