Amidst a wave of tremors.
Ye Chen lightly uttered the word "small," and the divine stick in his hand rapidly shrank until it turned into a divine needle, which Ye Chen put away.
"Ruyi Qiankun Rod."
"Seventy-two Styles Divine Stick Technique."
"Not bad."
After testing the divine might of the rod and its techniques, Ye Chen nodded in satisfaction.
As Ye Chen approached the six Sovereigns of Rageflame Island, who had been beaten into cripples, these six Sovereigns lay on the ground, groaning in pain and begging Ye Chen for mercy: "Spare us, Senior, spare us!"
At this moment, how could they dare to slight Ye Chen by considering themselves Sovereigns before a Divine Master? If it weren't for the pain preventing them from getting up, they would have been willing to kneel before Ye Chen, begging him to spare their lives.
As for the cries of these six, Ye Chen showed not a trace of sympathy.
