"This... this!!"
The Old Demon's pupils contracted abruptly, then he shouted in terror: "How can you be so strong, what is this Divine Technique!"
"I won't tell you."
Qin Chuan raised his right hand, and silver-white dragon shadows coiled around his palm, emanating a chilling aura.
He looked down at the Old Demon and calmly asked: "So, how do you want to die?"
"I... I..."
The Old Demon was at a loss at once, truly feeling the pressure of death; against such absolute power, he had no room to resist.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and said: "Don't kill me, I'm willing to be your son's personal servant!"
Qin Chuan sneered: "Heh, I gave you the chance before and you didn't take it, now... it's too late!"
Swish!
Almost instantly, the Old Demon made a decisive move, fleeing skyward at all costs, trying to escape.
Clang!!
But the next moment, his head throbbed as if it would burst, for he hit a bell!