Within the vibrating void, the Xiao clan's old patriarch stepped in the air with an extremely gloomy expression. Blood continuously flowed out from the wounds on his arms.
Ye Chen stood in the wind with no emotions in his cold eyes, "If your ability is limited to this, you'll die today!"
"Junior, don't be too smug!"
The Xiao clan's patriarch did not seem to care about the injuries on his arms. A dense viciousness surfaced on his face, "Do you really think that my methods are limited to this?"
At the next moment, he clasped his hands together and suddenly clenched them. An incomparably terrifying blood-red origin energy swept out from his body. The power was even greater than before.
As the blood-red origin energy surged out, a red long spear that seemed to be made from fresh blood appeared in his hand.
The blood-colored spear trembled slightly, spewing red energy as if it had drunk a great deal of blood.