Hiss!
Before Long Chen could even speak, a blood-red glow fell and cleaved her in two.
"Go to hell!" All of a sudden, Long Chen let out a low growl.
His body surged forward rapidly, a tyrannical palm print mixed with three colors, hammering toward Zhang Xiaohao's head from behind.
"Scum, die!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
With a kick at the tip of the handle of the Xingtian Battle Axe, the axe rolled in the air, flipping fiercely several times, bringing a sharp cold gleam as it chopped towards Long Chen.
A few breaths later.
The air seemed to stop altogether in the wake of everything.
"Why has it come to this? Why? I am so unwilling!" Long Chen ranted as if he had gone mad.
"To think you could even use your own woman as a shield, you truly deserve to die!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"No! It shouldn't end like this, I am a powerhouse on both lists; I can't die!" Long Chen roared madly.
