"God Martial Emperor?"
Erosion Candle's eerie dark-red eyes were fixed on Chu Yuan.
He had not expected this man to arrive here and was surprised, saying, "Oh? God Martial Emperor, could it be that you also intend to interfere in this matter?"
"He, I will protect."
Chu Yuan's response consisted of only four words.
Yet these four words carried an infinite dominance.
"Hmph! He killed my disciple; no one can protect him. God Martial Emperor, I advise you not to get involved in this matter; it will do you no good."
Erosion Candle was secretly evaluating Chu Yuan's strength.
"Must I spell things out?" Chu Yuan coldly responded.
"Erosion Candle, use this opportunity to make trouble, strike at him, and test his power."
Suddenly, a voice echoed into Erosion Candle's ears.
