Chapter 832

The long road, a tier is like a thousand miles apart.

Some people can't even advance a tier in their lifetime.

The Master was already a genius compared to others, but he had been stuck at the Eighth Tier of the King-Sealing Realm for many years.

Unexpectedly, he had actually broken through!

No wonder he wasn't afraid of Su Chen at all.

It turned out he had long anticipated that he would advance.

Two Ninth Tier King-Sealing experts stood opposite each other.

Su Chen raised his hand, a strong wind blew his hair, and his eyes carried a fighting spirit.

"In that case, let's begin."

He had won against the Master before.

But he didn't mind winning again.

"Arrogant, I have gathered my Dao power for many years; how can you compare to a kid who advances so quickly."

"Today I will make you pay the price for your arrogance."

The Master made a move.

Two Ninth Tier King-Sealing experts were fighting fiercely in the room.

The Eldest Senior Sister clutched her chest, watching the duel between the two experts with a pale face.

Regardless of the outcome.

One of these two must die.

"But I don't want to see either of them die..."

The Eldest Senior Sister murmured.

Su Chen's speed was very fast, and the Master could hardly see his figure.

He resisted Su Chen's attack with all his might, no longer as arrogant as before.

"Kid, I underestimated you, but so what? Hahahaha..."

The smoke cleared, and the Master clutched his chest, laughing up at the sky.

His face was frantic, his eyes full of madness.

Seeing this, Su Chen expected it and took a step back.

Sure enough, the Master suddenly let out a roar, and divine soul power that had turned into substance erupted from his body.

It rushed straight toward Su Chen.

Su Chen dodged dangerously, frowning at the Master not far away, "You want to die with me?"

Thunder and lightning flashed, the Master waved his hand, and the strong wind wrapped around Dao power to stab at Su Chen.

Su Chen was careless for a moment and had his clothes scratched by the attack.

A wound appeared on his sleeve, and scorched air spread over it.

The Master was determined to die with him.

"You want to die? You're dreaming."

If you ask what a cultivator fears most.

That is a person at the end of their rope.

Life is a weapon for them to achieve results in their eyes.

They fear nothing.

They only want to achieve what they want.