Mo Chen waited quietly in place.

In the sky, the thunder was louder, and a golden giant sword formed in the dark clouds, instantly dyeing the dark clouds into golden clouds.

A sword tip emerged, followed by the sword body and hilt.

In the end, a golden giant sword tens of meters long fell straight towards Mo Chen's head below.

Mo Chen raised his head and looked quietly, his face calm.

This sword technique of Lu Daotian is treasured by the clan and is a clan-suppressing technique.

An attack like this can already pose a threat to the Demon Saint.

"Boss, if you can't take it, get away quickly..." Lu Daotian looked at Mo Chen's indifferent expression and felt a little panicked.

Now he didn't have the strength to save Mo Chen, and for a moment he secretly blamed himself for why he chose to use such an attack.

Mo Chen chuckled, and in an instant the golden giant sword had arrived in front of Mo Chen.

Mo Chen still didn't move, but when Lu Daotian was anxious, Mo Chen moved.

I don't know when a hand appeared on the tip of the golden giant sword.
Chapter completed!