The Undying Young Master appeared, like a dark, ancient Demon Mountain, blocking the path of the seemingly invincible Combat Saint King.
The Nether Armor Divine Clothes on his body were shining brightly, flickering with a grim, icy black light.
"Young Master!"
Zhao Wudao and others could not help but cheer joyously; the intervention of the Undying Young Master was undoubtedly the best scenario.
Ye Chen stopped, fixing his gaze on the Undying Young Master and said, "You aim to block me, and then you will make your move?"
The words were mild yet dominant, and even faced with the Undying Young Master who was a talented individual of the True Kings, the Combat Saint King maintained such assertiveness.
"Young Master, he has affronted your dignity, please take action and annihilate this boy."
"Young Master, if possible, we could restrain him for you, allowing you to easily slay this successor of the Forbidden Lineage—"
Boom—
