"Linghu Yi, you are ultimately nothing but a jester."
Ling Chen looked at Linghu Yi, who had collapsed to the ground with a weakened aura, and advanced with his Treasure Sword.
"You!"
Linghu Yi spat blood in anger. He was both ashamed and furious, but he was helpless. His injuries flared up, causing him to struggle madly and convulse.
"Boy, stop!"
At this moment, a stern shout suddenly echoed from mid-air. The phantom of a colossal bird flashed past, and on its back was none other than Marquis Black Chonghou himself.
He abruptly extended his palm, a Hidden Weapon clasped between his fingers. WHOOSH! The weapon shot out, tearing through the Void and grazing inches from Ling Chen before embedding itself in the ground before him. Ling Chen had already halted his advance.
"Brother Black, kill this boy for me!"
Seeing Marquis Black Chonghou take action personally, Linghu Yi's expression darkened, and he snarled at the latter.
