"Why so sad? I have already received the gifts of three Divine Lords, granting me immortality!"
Li Weichen endured the intense pain, laughing heartily.
He looked at Chu Xisheng, his eyes filled with boundless malice and kill intent: "As for you, I wonder how long you can last! You may have the Blood of Ten Thousand Ages and endless True Yuan, but your Daoist outside doesn't. His Pingtian Sword cannot be sustained. If you can't kill me today, I will flay you, dismantle you, and tear you to pieces!"
The extreme pain inside Li Weichen's body also gave rise to extreme hatred.
"Can't kill you?" Chu Xisheng's lips curled slightly, his sarcasm deepening.
The cultivation of Mad Sword Feng San was indeed Lower First Grade; his endurance far exceeded Li Weichen's expectations.
However, there was no need for Li Weichen to know this.
Chu Xisheng placed one hand vertically in front of his chest, his gaze directed towards the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave.
