In the next second, an intense killing intent erupted in Ye Chen's eyes. An ordinary person would have been so terrified by this gaze that they might have died from fright.
Seeing Ye Chen's eyes, the Sky-covering Demon Emperor's expression changed, but Mo Xue Ming was delighted inside. If he wasn't afraid of drawing Ye Chen's attention and provoking him, Mo Xue Ming would've applauded.
"Mere juniors, repeatedly calling my name, courting death!" Ye Chen shouted coldly, as demonic qi surged behind him, almost like a piece of the Demon World was awakening behind him.
With a thought, the demonic qi rushed out, forming a Demon Qi Long Sword, slashing straight at the Sky-covering Demon Emperor.
At this moment, the War Soul, who was almost beaten to death by Ye Chen's palm earlier, surged forward once more, endless spiritual pressure and resentment pouring into his body, healing his wounds in an instant.
