Li Chuchen could have eliminated Irving once and for all, but he did not do so.
It was true that Li Chuchen was in a hurry to get to the next place, but as long as he remembered the situation when his great-grandfather was besieged and died tragically, Li Chuchen could not forgive Owen.
He wanted Owen to experience what it felt like to be seriously injured and dying.
"Kill the God of Death with one strike!"
Li Chuchen used the dragon and phoenix sword, slashed out with one sword, and saw a terrifying sword light illuminating all directions.
The sharp sword light struck at Owen's legs.
Owen felt the danger coming, and the hair on his body stood on end.
But even if he knew in advance that the danger was coming, Owen still had no time to escape.
Because Li Chuchen's attack came too fast.
Like a bolt of lightning, the terrifying sword light passed directly through Owen's legs.
Owen, who was running, didn't feel the pain before his upper body fell out of control.
"thump!"
Owen fell heavily to the ground. He wanted to get up and continue running, only to find that his two legs were missing.
There was a flat cut surface at the base of the thigh, and blood was constantly spurting out.
Severe pain followed.
Owen gritted his teeth and persisted, his heart already broken. He never dreamed that he would end up like this.
The majestic five-star warrior actually had his legs chopped off and became a disabled person.
This was a huge blow to Irving.
But losing his legs may not be a big deal to Irving now.
Because what Li Chuchen wanted was not Owen's legs, his real target was Owen's head.
Seeing Li Chuchen walking towards him step by step, Owen gritted his teeth and shouted: "Why, I have no enmity with you, why do you want to attack me?"
"Is it true that there is no injustice or enmity?" Li Chuchen snorted coldly, "Okay, I will let you know clearly. Owen, let me ask you, do you still remember Li Zhantian, the God of War of the Yan Kingdom?"
"God of War of the Yan Kingdom? Li Zhantian?" Owen frowned and thought for a long time, then asked in surprise, "Are you a descendant of Li Zhantian?"
"Li Zhantian is my great-grandfather. Do you still think that we have no grievances?"
Li Chuchen continued with a cold voice, "Back then, eight of your masters besieged my great-grandfather, causing my great-grandfather to die tragically on the border battlefield."
"Blood debts must be paid with blood!"
"Owen, if you don't want to die as miserable as Allen and the others, I can give you a chance."
"What chance?" Owen knew clearly that he was no match for Li Chuchen.
At this time, he had a strong desire to survive.
As long as Li Chuchen can give him a chance to live, Owen will agree to whatever Li Chuchen asks him to do.
"Alan and Andrew, before I cut off their heads, I cut off both their hands and feet. They died miserably."
"You have lost both legs now. If you don't want me to cut off your head after losing your hands, you can cut off your head yourself now."
"Owen, do you think this gives you a chance?"
Owen was almost so angry that he vomited blood at Li Chuchen's words. What the hell kind of opportunity was this?
In the final analysis, Li Chuchen still wanted his life.
He even asked Owen to cut off his own head. How is this possible?
Owen looked at Li Chuchen angrily, "Boy, are you kidding me? If my head is cut off, will I still have a chance to survive?"
"You had no chance of survival in the first place!"
Li Chuchen said coldly, "I give you a chance, but just let you die a little bit, died a little bit more dignified, that's all."
"I, I'm fighting with you!"
Owen learned that Li Chichen did not intend to let him go from the beginning to the end, and he didn't expect to ask Li Chichen to give him a chance to live.