Chen Nan stood proudly in the void, waving his hand to unleash a large expanse of Mo Ying Flame, which fell directly onto Black Scorpion.
"No, ah..."
The intense pain forced Black Scorpion to cry out in agony, and the Mo Ying Flame, like a nail, firmly pinned his shadow to the ground.
As a result, he couldn't move at all, and could only endure the burning of the flames.
In the Sand Bandit Camp, the noisy sounds gradually ceased. Chen Han walked out slowly with his sword in hand, blood still dripping from the blade.
As he approached Black Scorpion, the hatred in his eyes nearly materialized.
"No, please don't kill me, I know I was wrong..."
At this moment, Black Scorpion was left with nothing but fear, begging for mercy, completely devoid of any dignity as a Great Cultivator of the Golden Core Stage.
"When you slaughtered my entire clan, did you ever think of today?"
