Zhanxian

The people watching in the surroundings didn’t know and even Gao Yue and Shi ShanShan, who were standing nearby didn’t know, whom Li Yunyu had shouted those words to.

Yang Chen was currently in the winning position as his slash was very fierce and powerful. But Li QingChen had also unleashed a high level armour, and was moreover holding a silver ball, which was some kind of unknown magic weapon, supposedly his means to strike back. So even among them, they were unable to determine whom these words were said to.

But Guan Yueying knew that Li Yunyu’s shout was meant for Yang Chen. The might of that one slash, although other people couldn’t see it, she and Li Yunyu, the two YuanYing stage experts were able of determining it properly.

Not to mention that Li QingChen had hurriedly unleashed that body and soul protecting armor, even if he had his flying sword and had used its full strength, he may not necessarily be able to resist that strike from Yang Chen. That one chop from Yang Chen just a moment ago on that flying sword had clearly illustrated the terrifying might of the Immortal Beheading Blade, but Li QingChen hadn’t admitted to this point.

Hearing Li Yunyu’s yell, Li QingChen instinctively believed that this was to stop him from utilising that ball in his hand. It had to be known that this was eighth metal god thunder, refined personally by Li Yunyu. As long as he used it, not to mention a Foundation stage junior, even if it was a YuanYing stage expert, if he didn’t die, he would only barely survive.

But Li QingChen immediately understood the meaning behind Li Yunyu’s shout. He was too close to Yang Chen, if he used the eighth metal god thunder there, it could only end in the mutual destruction of both of them. Thinking this, Li Qing Chen immediately hesitated for a moment.

But this one moment decided who would remain alive and who would die. Yang Chen’s Immortal Beheading Blade, ruthlessly chopped at the center of Li QingChen’s head.

The illusory armor noiselessly shattered like glass. Yang Chen’s strike chopped directly from the top of Li QingChen’s head to the soles of his feet. He was divided in one strike. When Yang Chen snatched the silver ball from Li QingChen’s hand, the left and right parts of Li QingChen’s corpse separated and fell on either side.

“Youngster, you dare!”