"Boy, are you seeking a fight to the death!!!"
Skywalker roared incessantly.
Countless golden lights immediately shone on his body.
Tremendous mana surged, attempting to lift the divine sun above his head.
But how terrifying is the power of Chen Yuan's four Divine Forms?
No matter how Skywalker struggled, it had no effect, and instead, he was suppressed by several hundred feet more.
"Mr. Chen, stop here."
Yun Wuming's expression changed, his voice slightly chilled.
A vast and ethereal aura suddenly appeared in his eyes.
He could not just sit by and watch Chen Yuan kill Skywalker.
Otherwise, if Xuanling Sect was to blame, even he could not bear it.
"If you want to live, you can."
"Kneel and beg for mercy, ask my brother for forgiveness."
"Then let me plant a Divine Soul Spell in you and serve my brother as a slave for ten thousand years, and I will spare you."
Chen Yuan looked down at Skywalker, his eyes showing neither joy nor sorrow.
"Presumptuous!!"
