"Hahahaha."
"Since that's the case, you might as well obediently become my blood meal."
When the old Taoist spoke, Fen Ye suddenly burst into laughter.
"Boom!"
Behind him.
Countless black mists suddenly rose, transforming the surrounding area into an Asura Hell.
In this hell, a towering Demon God gradually stood up, standing a hundred feet tall, clad in black armor, with two horns on its head, gleaming with cold light.
Its crimson pupils were inexplicably eerie, and it opened its bloody maw, with countless fangs radiating cold light, like a purgatory God Demon.
"What a pity."
"With his talent, if he were in my Changtian Sect, he might become a Star Lord."
Yun Wuming slightly shook his head.
"Are you talking about Chen Yuan?"
The Cold Saintess beside him exhaled orchid-like breath and said.
"Indeed, he can slay a Heavenly Monarch with a Golden Core, which proves his great talent."
