"I told you to use your Martial Soul Talent, but you just had to refuse my kind offer. When you go looking for death, who can you blame but yourself?"
Jiang Chen glanced at the dead Bing Xiao, shaking his head and sighing.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Jiang Chen looked up at Bing Qianchi and the others. The corners of his lips curved into a taunting smirk. "Seniors, I should be allowed to enter the Profound Celestial Ancestor Realm now, shouldn't I?"
On Ancestor Mountain…
Bing Qianchi's face was ashen.
His fists were clenched tight, his knuckles cracking with a series of sharp pops. He gritted his teeth so hard it seemed they might shatter.
His ice-blue eyes, now bloodshot and sinister, locked onto Jiang Chen. He snarled, "Jiang Chen… you dare kill my Xiao'Er right in front of me?"
The might of the Human Emperor Realm erupted.
A tempest of oppressive energy swept across the arena.
