Chapter 6083

“You can’t escape.”

The white-haired old man’s smile turned savage. “Within the bounds of the holy mountain, wherever you flee, the grand formation will sense you.”

Chen Ping suddenly stopped.

He didn’t retreat again. Instead, he turned to face the descending blood-red palm.

“Who said I was running?”

The Dragon Slaying Sword rose before his chest as he closed his eyes.

Inside him, the Chaos Dao Seed spun wildly. The Golden Dragon blood boiled. The currents of the Netherworld surged.