"Really, looking for death!"
Chen Yuan's voice was cold, the temperature between heaven and earth dropped.
Then, his sleeve swung towards the Memory Stone.
The light screen projected by the Memory Stone directly soared to the sky, reflecting on the clouds, expanding with the flowing clouds, constructing a stable scroll.
Above the void, Chen Yuan stood, the Martial Saint's aura roaring like mountains and seas, his figure stood firm as a cliff, his clothes fluttering loudly in the Wind Mastery.
He flicked his right hand, and a scarlet gold flame suddenly exploded at his fingertips, strands of flame rapidly entwining and tempering in the air, in just a moment, a Three-pointed Two-blade Spear took shape in his hand.
