739 You Can Leave Your Last Words Behind

"Heaven Sieved Net!"

Ghost Wood King's expression was wooden, but it didn't mean his response and thought process was sluggish. He reacted instantly; his outer muscles wriggled, shooting out countless black Qi vines that turned into a huge net, surrounding Ye Chen.

Meanwhile, he himself stepped out, escaping outside the hall.

"Break!"

Facing the heaven-and-earth-covering vine net, Ye Chen slashed out casually. A dark golden ripple blossomed like flowers, creating a huge opening in the net. Ye Chen's figure flickered while five sword rays shot out from his back, chasing after Ghost Wood King.

"Soul Scatter!"

Ghost King back-handedly punched behind. A spiraling fist energy shout out with an ear-piercing humming, sounding like a hair-raising wail of ghosts.

Shua!