บท 947: A Sword Through Nirvana!

Chi Zhuiyun immediately became the focus of attention.

As for Yi Yun's voice, it constantly echoed throughout the desolate plains.

Only after Yi Yun's voice faded away did Chi Zhuiyun slowly speak. His voice wasn't loud, but it was easily able to suppress the din from millions of people, reaching the ears of everyone.

"You want to challenge me alone?"

Chi Zhuiyun's words were like he was of supreme stature, with a condescending arrogance.

"Hahahaha!" Chi Zhuiyun burst out laughing. "To continue to challenge me after experiencing an intense battle, you are really biting off more than you can chew!"

As Chi Zhuiyun spoke, he stood up from his seat of honor. Putting his hand out, his spear landed in his palm.

He turned around and looked at Luo Huo'er, who was sitting on a seat of honor as well. "You know that you will lose to me, so you aren't going to fight?"