Chương 2067: The Vessel Spirit of Emperor Ming's Hundred Dragon Cuirass

Yan Wushen glanced at Pan Ruo with a look of amazement. He did not expect this upstart from the Fane of Destiny to be so courageous, that she dared to challenge the Four Heavenly Kings. 

Yan Wushen waved his hand, and kept Chi Kunlun inside one of his treasures. 

That way, Yan Wushen no longer had any worries, and even when the Four Heavenly Kings of the Celestial Palace, he could go in fighting without being shackled. 

Having being pursued by the Four Heavenly Kings for so long, Yan Wushen was already pissed, and it was time for him to vent it all out of them. 

"Yan Wushen, you're lucky enough to escape last time, but it won't happen again this time."

The Heavenly King holding the white jade pipa looked down upon Yan Wushen, as if everything was already predetermined. 

As he spoke, he unleashed an extremely powerful force as an immortal aura radiated, like a top-level Neverwither Supreme Saint ascending upon the realm.