Chen Yu looked with icy indifference at Ying He, who had suddenly appeared behind him. Ying He looked somewhat disheveled, with messy hair and tattered clothes—it was obvious he had been through some dangerous trials. Yet the guy was still somehow alive. It seemed that individuals with such prominent backgrounds and lineages truly had different foundations up their sleeves; he must have been carrying a trump card to save his life.
Hearing Chen Yu's words, a terrifying murderous intent instantly erupted from Ying He. His cold eyes locked onto Chen Yu as he said, "I honestly never expected that you, this damned ant, could manage to stay alive in this Death Star Field until now. But it doesn't matter, because this is already the final moment of your life."
"Now that the old geezer isn't around, it will be as easy as turning over my hand for me, Ying He, to kill you. I'd love to see how you plan to escape this inescapable death trap. As for this sword-shaped grass, you are even less worthy of possessing it. This item has the powerful effect of enhancing sword intent; falling into the hands of an ant like you is a complete waste of a heavenly treasure."
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