"Hmph!" Chen Zheng sneered. "Want to kill me? Wait for your next life!"
SWISH!
With a flick of his sleeves, a scroll-like jade tablet hovered in midair. Its surface was densely covered with runes, exuding an ancient and profound aura. The moment the jade tablet opened, the Yinsha Old Demon felt a sharp, needle-like pain in his head and howled in agony.
ARGH—
A second later, he clutched his head and knelt on the ground.
"Yinsha Old Demon, it's not too late to surrender. Otherwise, your soul will immediately shatter into pieces!" Chen Zheng was supremely arrogant, a hint of joy on his brow, for he had sensed a wisp of a Saint's aura. This was the aura of a Saint, the life-saving ace his master had left for him.
