Just then, a thunderous rumble rang out, and the ground began to shake.
Yi Chen paused briefly and looked into the distance.
A black shadow charged toward them from afar at incredible speed.
"It's him! That fellow is here!"
"He finally deigned to show himself! Haha, it's finally his turn to suffer!"
The middle-aged man's face lit up with delight when he saw the Black-Robed Man, and he shouted.
The man in black moved like lightning, arriving before them in an instant.
He wore a black robe, and a piece of black cloth concealed his face, preventing anyone from making out his features.
As soon as the man in black appeared, he beckoned with his hand, and the Long Sword immediately flew toward him.
"Watch out!"
The old man shouted, his face full of worry.
The Black-Robed Man caught the Long Sword. His expression instantly darkened as he looked at Yi Chen, a sinister gleam appearing in his eyes.
"Who might you be, mighty expert? Why are you taking something belonging to our Demon Dragon Hall? Aren't you afraid of retaliation?" The man in black stared coldly at Yi Chen, a hint of menace in his voice.
"The Demon Dragon Hall?"
A disdainful smile curled Yi Chen's lips. He swept an indifferent gaze around and said, "You're nothing but a bunch of small fry. You think the likes of you are fit to threaten me? How pathetic. You aren't even qualified to serve yourselves up to me!"
Yi Chen's words sent the man in black into a furious rage, and a terrifying surge of Soul Power radiated from his body.
"You're courting death!"
The man in black growled and swung his arms. Clouds of black mist spread out, turning into black snakes that wound toward Yi Chen.
"Petty tricks!"
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