He was fast, appallingly fast. Zhao Wuji’s black wings had runes flashing on top of them, allowing him to break through space. He arrived in front of Long Chen in an instant.

His sickle blades slashed toward Long Chen like two giant pincers, one from the left and one from the right.

With a cold snort, Long Chen’s foot stamped on the air, and he shot back, avoiding the blades. He had just dodged the two blades when a long needle appeared in front of his face.

Zhao Wuji’s sickles had actually been bait. The true attack was his sharp tail.

That tail was like a scorpion’s. It had eighteen segments, and the tip was a sharp needle.

Long Chen punched the needle, and an explosive sound rang out. Long Chen’s fist was covered in blood. His scales were actually split apart by Zhao Wuji’s needle. The blood that came flowing out was black and smelly.

“Hahaha, your reactions aren’t bad, but this is just the start. The main course hasn’t even started. Do you have any last words?” 

Zhao Wuji floated in the sky,...