The death of the dog Emperor!

"Ten!"

Suddenly, ye chen said the first number.

"Ah?"

Everyone was stunned. They had thought that ye chen was just putting on an act. They did not expect him to be counting. This was a little abnormal.

"Hahaha, this kid really thinks he can win?"

"What's laughable is that he was really counting down. Killing a dog Emperor with ten numbers, is this a joke?"

"I'm not joking. It's ... A fantasy story. Hahaha!"

The crowd laughed out loud, mocking ye chen.

The great ancestor, on the other hand, looked disdainful. He was not worried about the safety of his spirit artifact at all because he had never lost a bet on ye chen.

On the battlefield, in the face of the dog Emperor's alternate space killing technique, ye chen stood alone as if he was deliberately becoming a target for the opposite side. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was simply an act of putting his face above his life.

"Nine!"

However, at that moment, ye Chen's second number appeared.