Zhou Mingrong, who was running away, had no intention of paying attention to Xu Chen anymore.

At this moment, he was suddenly attacked by a powerful spiritual sense, and he didn't react at all.

Then he felt a tingling sensation in his brain, and his consciousness became chaotic in an instant.

But he was a little better and did not completely lose consciousness.

So he used all his last trace of consciousness and bit his tongue hard.

The pain made him wake up a lot in an instant.

But the moment he opened his eyes, he saw a black short blade exuding terrifying pressure stabbing towards his heart.

His eyes were horrified.

Because he felt an unparalleled sense of power from the black short blade.

He raised his right hand and wanted to use his own Nether rope to block it.

But Xu Chen didn't want to destroy his weapons.

So he changed the stab to a stroke and followed Zhou Mingrong's right arm and pulled it over.

Without any obstacle, Zhou Mingrong's right hand flew up with the Netherworld rope.

"Ahhhh!"

Zhou Mingrong, who had lost his right hand, let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The pain was unbearable.

At the same time, what shocked him even more was Xu Chen's black weapon.

In the moment just now, he felt the pressure from the emperor-level powerful man.

"Emperor...Emperor weapon?"

Like all those who saw this weapon for the first time, Zhou Mingrong said in disbelief.
Chapter completed!