Although Ye Chen spoke as if it were nothing, the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor had once cultivated with Ye Chen for a period of time, so of course he knew this brat had probably gone through a lot, weathered countless brushes with life and death, and now finally achieved the Chaos Sacred Body.
He wasn't clear just how powerful it was, but anything related to Chaos was most likely above the old Combat Saint Body.
Still, he also knew Ye Chen had only succeeded after countless trials of life and death, so there was nothing to be jealous about—if anything, it left him a bit wistful.
The Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor just cursed under his breath: "Hey, Little Moon, you brat definitely recognized who I was a long time ago, and you still went that hard on me. How could you bear to?"
"I could!"
Ye Chen replied solemnly.
"Fuck!" The Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor immediately raised a middle finger at Ye Chen for him to savor on his own.
