"Ling Chen, meet your doom!"
A hideous smile appeared on Xia Jiuyou's face, brimming with a murderous aura that reached the skies.
As his words fell, the Sword Qi, bearing the power of the Sky Demon, furiously slashed toward Ling Chen.
With the enhancement of the power of the Sky Demon, the might of the Sword Qi not only increased significantly, but its speed also surged.
"Ling Chen!"
Ji Wuya and the others cried out in shock.
Their voices were filled with boundless worry.
They had thought Ling Chen was certain to win, but who could have expected such an unforeseen change?
"What do we do?"
Ye Fentian was burning with anxiety.
If Ling Chen were really to be killed, the chances of him obtaining the Emperor's Inheritance would be virtually nil.
"Young Sect Master, this strike holds the power of the world; even we Kings are helpless against it. Only a true Emperor could intervene! Otherwise, Ling Chen is surely doomed!"
Li Xuan shook his head.
