Seeing that Qin Fangxin was fine, Yang Chen naturally felt relieved.
He gently pushed Qin Fangxin behind him and then stared unblinkingly at the Shadow Lord, saying in a deep voice, "Shadow Lord, you are a powerful God Monarch Tier, but you attack the weak. Don't you feel ashamed?"
The Shadow Lord sneered, "Hmph, Yang Chen, don't try to lecture me. People who talk about morality in this Blood Purgatory are laughable. People who talk about morality end up dead, of course, you are no exception."
Yang Chen listened to the Shadow Lord's disdain and sarcasm without anger, calmly saying, "Shadow Lord, I may sound arrogant, but now, you are no longer my opponent."
The Shadow Lord laughed arrogantly, "Hahaha, Yang Chen, you are too arrogant. Do you really think that by reaching the Great Perfection of the True God Realm, you have the ability to defeat me? It's wishful thinking!"
Although the Shadow Lord said this, he was still somewhat afraid in his heart.