Lei Long and Huo Long’s thirty-thousand-meter bodies charged out. Lightning and flame runes exploded, forming a berserk hurricane.

The countless golden awls were blown apart by Lei Long and Huo Long. The awls were unable to damage their defenses.

As for Long Chen, he was standing in the center of the hurricane, looking coldly at Han Zhenyu. “This is your absolute power? Then sorry, I’ll have to give you a slap in the face again. If you think this is enough to take my life, I’m sorry to tell you that your wish will never be realized.”

“Bastard, fuck off!” Han Zhenyu roared. He hadn’t expected Long Chen to once more cause him to lose face. Thinking of his previous big words, if he couldn’t kill Long Chen, he would become the Heaven Suppressing Magic Sect’s laughingstock.

Compared to the physical slap in the face, this silent one was even more unbearable.

Golden chains suddenly emerged from the golden ground, and they sealed off a huge space of three thousand miles....