"Chen Yuan, why haven't you knelt before the God Lords and begged for mercy, handing over what you acquired in Central Earth?"
Liu Lin turned to look at Chen Yuan, the smile on his face disappearing, replaced by an icy coldness as an air of majesty pressed down on Chen Yuan.
He stood aloft, his aura spreading like a king descending upon the world.
In Liu Lin's view, being a candidate Saint Heir of the Sacred Land, speaking on behalf of a barbarian from the Deserted Interface was already a monumental grace.
At this moment.
Everyone looked towards Chen Yuan, waiting for him to accept Liu Lin's 'grace', to kneel and beg for mercy, hand over his gains from Central Earth, then leave with the Saint Heir and soar to the skies.
However.
The next second, what happened was beyond everyone's expectations.
"Who do you think you are to speak to me like that?"
Chen Yuan spoke coldly, his expression indifferent.
"..."
As these words fell, the heavens and earth went silent.
