Capítulo 891: Dragon King, Fire Emperor

The range of Ye Chen's soul power was, after all, incomparable to Copper Sword King's, so he could only ask, "Senior, who is it?"

"A consciousness projection wearing a mask." Copper Sword King bitterly smiled. Just a consciousness projection had a mid-step King realm cultivation base, so his real body could only be a high-step King. Meanwhile, he himself was merely a tyrant amongst mid-step Kings, and could barely contend against ordinary high-step Kings.

The masked man!

An image appeared in Ye Chen's mind.

"Could he be confirming my death?" The masked-man had no enmity or grudges with him, but he still wanted him dead. It was evident that he'd come specifically for him. He could feel the existence of an incorporeal net gradually closing in on him.