As Du Jiu, enveloped in a thunderous force, charged forward, Li Chen remained seated in his chair, leisurely sipping wine, as though he didn't take him seriously at all.
In fact, considering the skills of Du Jiu were no more than the abilities of a three-legged cat, he indeed wasn't qualified for Li Chen to consider him as a threat.
One must know, even the Deputy Sect Master of the Spiritual Spring Sect, formidable as he was, was slain by Li Chen in an instant. Not to mention this insignificant Du Jiu?
When Du Jiu rushed to within less than ten feet from Li Chen, he suddenly felt his entire body freeze mid-air, unable to move a muscle.
In his confusion, he suddenly saw the harmless smile on Li Chen's face.
Du Jiu's heart skipped a beat; he realized that things were not looking good, that he had hit an iron wall this time.
He wanted to retreat, to distance himself from Li Chen, this Killing God.
Unfortunately, it was already too late!
