When Lin Chenmeng previously waved a fan, Gu Lei's demigod fell out, losing teeth and vomiting blood. He stood up, only to be slapped to the other side of his face by Lin Chenmeng, and he vomited again, flying away.
As Lin Chen shed his robe, he immediately lifted the curse of the God of Cold Snow. He softly said, "Quickly leave here."
The God of Cold Snow showed gratitude, bowing with a fist, "Thank you, Elder, for saving my life. Please leave quickly, or it will be dangerous when he arrives."
Lin Chen smiled faintly, knowing the God of Cold Snow held kindness, yet Lin Chen seldom engages in uncertain battles. Today, he came to the Imperial Palace to kill.
Seeing this, the God of Cold Snow knew Lin Chen had other plans. She said nothing. If Lin Chen was fighting Shu's authorities, staying would be useless. Instead, it would fall due to impact. This is the so-called war of immortals. People suffer. Before immortals, humans are too weak.
