u like to have a look"Duan Jinjiang's eyes lit up, and the anger on his face vanished without a trace."Could this really be the real thing This has been lost for centuries, how did it suddenly appear"...Chapter 1599: Catch Him For Me

"Pretty interesting, quite fun."

Li Chen spread his hands, beaming with delight.

Yelü Shenxuan took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. He said coldly, "What's the point You're going to die anyway!"

"Don't talk so big, when you get slapped in the face...it hurts."

Li Chen raised an eyebrow and smiled lightly. Seeing the killing intent and fury in Yelu Shenxuan's eyes, he knew his purpose had been achieved.

It's time to go.

If you don't leave now, you really won't be able to leave.

He deliberately left, deliberately infuriating Yelü Shenxuan.

But it was all meant to give Yelü Shenxuan the illusion that he could reach out and grab her.

But all of this has one prerequisite.

You have to be able to run yourself.

Otherwise, I'd really be an idiot.

"Xu Wei!"

Li Chen roared.

Before his words even reached the ground, dozens of bald men leaped out from within the city lord's mansion.

These bald heads are the martial arts monks Li Chen brought along.

Today, these highly skilled martial arts monks finally have a place to use their strength.

As soon as they appeared, each of them held a large bundle of Qin Thunder and hurled it towards the Liao army's position like they were giving things away for free.

"Come again!"

Yelü Shenxuan roared in anger.

Although he had just been teased, Yelu Shenxuan didn't dare to gamble this time seeing the current situation.

"Dodge!"

Yelü Shenxuan's roar echoed, and he was pressed back to the ground once more, his body instantly covered by his guards.

This time, Yelu Shenxuan's carefulness saved his life.

Boom!

The deafening explosions came so rapidly, it was impossible to count how many there were.

Those present only felt as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, the ground trembling. In the air, howling steel balls with immense power danced about. These steel balls, propelled by the explosion of the Qin Divine Thunder, swirled and shot around in the surrounding space. Those who dodged a little too slowly were turned into sieves in the blink of an eye.

Screams sounded like beans being fried, but were immediately drowned out by a louder explosion.

In the eyes of the Liao army, accustomed to cold weapons warfare, these modern weapons of thermal destruction, which appeared only in contemporary warfare, were as devastating as a catastrophic collapse.

Yelü Shenxuan was pressed to the ground by several guards, feeling a constant vibration from the earth that shattered his internal organs.

A warm and wet patch clung to his body. Yelü Shenxuan raised his hand and wiped it away, finding it was the blood of his personal guard.

At last, after this explosion subsided, Yelü Shenxuan pushed aside the shattered corpses of his personal guards and stood up. He saw that hundreds had been killed or injured in this blast.

Everywhere were severed limbs and a river of blood.

In this kind of explosion, being killed outright is considered the best outcome.

The worst are those who are severely wounded and near death, but not yet dead.

***killed alive, blood drained to death.***

At this moment, Yelü Shenxuan couldn't care less. He glared up, his eyes filled with hatred as he searched for Li Chen.

But in the smoke that hadn't yet cleared from the explosion, all he could see was Li Chen being carried away by several monks, running frantically.

This scene made Yelü Shenxuan's teeth itch.

Even if Li Chen remained on the spot and acted even more arrogantly, he wouldn't be that angry.

Tens or hundreds of casualties meant nothing to Yelu Shenxuan. He didn't care about his own humiliation, either.

But now Li Chen slapped him and ran away. This boiling resentment almost drove Yelü Shenxuan mad.

"Get him for me!!!"imperial power were deeply ingrained.They dare not profane the imperial authority, nor allow others to do so, for that would be to court universal condemnation.Therefore, the success rate of rebellion...