บท 1799: Now I’m killing your son

Ye Mo didn't mind the fist shadow that was growing larger and larger but the faint light he threw out gradually expanded and grew hotter. The fist shadow was instantly enveloped by the light.

Rumble, in a huge explosion, the fist cracked apart while a ring of white light expanded out. Moments later, the white light formed a formation.

Although Ye Mo could easily kill Luo Chenming, he stopped instead. He knew this light formation was a temporary teleportation formation, this meant that the person protecting Luo Chenming had come.

If it was some immortal emperor image, he might be concerned but now this was a mere immortal king image. Even if an immortal king came, he could kill Luo CHenming whenever he wanted.

When the white light dispersed, a middle aged man appeared before everyone. This person wore a purple grey immortal robe. His eyes were like Luo Chenming, a bit bleak but he was much more handsome than Luo Chenming.