What!
Xiao Chen's murderous intent froze everyone in their tracks, especially the Old Ancestor of the Dacang, gripped tightly in his hand, whose fear surged uncontrollably!
"Saint Child of the Eastern Wasteland, spare me, or you shall know no peace!"
In an instant, murderous intent flashed through Xiao Chen's gaze. He paid no attention to the thoughts conveyed by the Old Ancestor of the Dacang. Suddenly, a blazing Divine Fire surged from his massive fist, carrying the aura of the heavens, forcing those nearby into submission.
"Ah...!"
The Old Ancestor of the Dacang shrieked in agony, his soul body convulsing incessantly, as if enduring torture beyond the imagination of mortal realms!
"I already told you, Xiao Chen, why must you still be so ruthless!" Watching his clan's Old Ancestor engulfed in raging Divine Flames, like frying in boiling oil, Luo Tiange's eyes flashed with a trace of pain!
