The crimson Bloodthirsty Demon Blade hovered above Yiu Haosen's head, accompanied by a chilling sharpness that made his hair stand on end, and Yiu Haosen was drenched in sweat.
A dignified Dragon Pattern Deacon of the Zen Heart Dragon Palace, at this moment in Qin Chen's hands, was as defenseless as a lamb awaiting slaughter.
Yiu Haosen swallowed nervously.
He didn't doubt it for a second.
If he hadn't spoken up in time just now, he feared he would have already become a Dead Soul beneath Qin Chen's blade.
"Put the blade away first."
Yiu Haosen said with a pale face.
The Bloodthirsty Demon Blade was hovering over his head, and he was truly terrified.
Qin Chen stared at him: "You're trying to bargain with me?!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Behind Qin Chen.
Divine Needle Thought materialized, forming dense Sharp Needles suspended behind Qin Chen.
In the space around, ripples continuously spread.
The surrounding people dared not make a sound.
