“Cough, cough.” Ye Lianheng’s eyes flickered with killing intent. His irises contracted violently, and he said, “As someone from the Myriad Demon Islands, I won’t turn a blind eye. With this useless life of mine, I can only do one last thing for the billions of demonic cultivators—eliminate you to remove any future threat!”0

“You make me sick!” Chen Fan laughed coldly, “Eliminate me? You won’t live to see that!”0

Dodging Ye Lianheng’s strike, Chen Fan countered with a backhanded thrust—powerful enough to shatter the sky and crack the earth—nearly piercing through Ye Lianheng.0

“Hoho, you’re powerful, I admit that. You’re the most talented geniuses I’ve seen...0