Lin Chen's body, under the influence of such fierce power, retreated a few steps, barely keeping his footing.
Master of Ten Thousand Swords looked on and sighed, saying: "The situation is over. There is nothing more to be done."
Lin Chen shook his sleeves, as the wind calmed and the fog cleared. He sneered, "Master of Ten Thousand Swords, the only way to die is to kill the dragon. If you have no other means, then prepare to meet your end."
In Lin Chen's icy tone, there was a keen sense of killing intent. Earlier, Master of Ten Thousand Swords almost forced him to sign the soul contract. Now it was time for him to pay the price.
Master of Ten Thousand Swords's face twisted, his eyes filled with intense reluctance. He shouted, "Lin Chen, don't be arrogant. You've won today, but one day I will reclaim this debt. I'll take your soul away."
Lin Chen laughed and said, "There are no other days. I've paved the road to Hell for you. You can go to Hell."
