Compared with those geniuses who are refining their bodies, they are not weak at all.

Therefore, this name appeared in Chen Aotian's mind.

"Ye Chen?"

Chen Xiaolu was shocked. Could he be Ye Chen?

"Yes, it's me."

Ye Chen smiled slightly.

The emperor-level magic sword in his hand was frantically trying to break free.

From inside, a palm-sized gadget emerged, with a nose and eyes, and was about to attack Ye Chen.

It is the weapon spirit of the imperial sword.

"How dare you disobey me?"

Ye Chen squeezed it with his backhand and crushed half of the weapon spirit's body.

"I am obedient, I am obedient!"
Chapter completed!