"Good, good..." He sounded like he was muttering to himself, yet also like he was showing off to his enemies. "Yesterday, this old man already took the Divine Blood Source Core condensed in my son's body... and refined it ahead of time."
His gaze swept over Fang Qingyu and Yan Lin's faces, carrying a cat-toying-with-mice kind of cruel mockery:
"You wouldn't be naïve enough to think..."
"That the god this old man spent everything to forge..."
"Was really going to be that useless son of mine, right?!"
Fang Qingyu's pupils shrank sharply at his words.
Even before Chen Yuanshan finished speaking—
His body had already turned into a streak of dazzling starlight that tore through space.
His right hand, sheathed in Star Point Tribulation Crystal, clawed straight toward the strange Blood Pearl in Chen Yuanshan's palm.
"Too late."
The cruelty and mockery on Chen Yuanshan's face froze instantly into a vicious grin.
