"You won't die just yet, so keep your eyes wide open and watch how I receive the grand gift you’ve sent me..."
Ye Chen leaned down and whispered, his voice like the murmur of a devil. Turning away, his aura surged, and a golden dragon materialized behind him, dancing slowly in the air. He raised his hand, the Crimson Sword appearing once more, its blade as cold as snow.
"Come!"
Chapter 592