But Ye Chen, he clearly sensed that Ye Chen had not yet reached the king level, but he was able to understand the field and clearly sense his position. Every punch was as expected, which shocked him greatly.
But he was shocked. Even if Ye Chen could really break through his "Dark Realm", he still didn't have too many worries. Today, he only used five points of his strength.
"Ye Lingtian, I will remember today's confrontation in my heart!"
"You are indeed an evil genius that has never been seen in China for hundreds of years, but unfortunately, you should not have come to Yelen, let alone be the enemy of Luo Sheng!"
"This eternal holy city is the burial place of your undefeated emperor!"
Killing intent surged in his eyes. The stronger Ye Chen became, the more killing intent aroused in his heart.
He took a deep breath, as if he had thought of something, and his eyes became firm and cold.
"After the cocktail party tomorrow night, it will be the deadline for me to show off with him. I have no time!"
He sighed quietly, and the aura on his body became more and more condensed, seeming to blend into the surrounding environment.
No one saw him on this hundred-meter-high church building.
"Buzz!"
Just when Churchill was calmly concentrating, his eyes suddenly moved, turned to the side of the sky, and then punched out.
This punch was like an air bullet that blasted out a channel, but at the end of the channel, a white jade-like palm suddenly came out and took all the punches.
A circle of air ripples invisible to the naked eye appeared in the sky, but no one among the people passing by below noticed it.
In the clouds and mist, a figure gradually became clear. It was an elegant and elegant middle-aged man, with a temperament very close to that of Churchill. Upon closer inspection, this man's appearance was somewhat similar to Churchill's.
"It's you?"
Seeing the person coming, a gleam flashed in the hermit's eyes, but his tone was cold, obviously he disliked this person very much.
"Brother, long time no see, you are finally born again!"
The middle-aged man was hidden in the clouds and mist. No one below could see it, but the hermit could see it clearly.
The hermit stood up, stood on the top of the bell tower, and let out a cold snort.
"I almost forgot that I have a brother like you!"
Although his tone was indifferent, he obviously did not refute the middle-aged man's words. This middle-aged man's name was Dia Churchill, and he was his half-brother.
Not even the descendants of the Churchill family may know this period of history. This was a secret of the Churchill family a hundred years ago.
He just heard him ask in a deep voice: "Dia, why are you here? One hundred and five years ago you left the Churchill family and vowed never to set foot in the Holy City again. Have you forgotten your oath?"
Dia didn't mind the hermit's attitude, he smiled sarcastically.
"Brother, you don't need to be excited. When I came here, I did break my original oath, but your life is more important than the oath!"
"I'm here this time to renew your life!"
"Extension of life?" When the hermit heard this, his pupils shrank, as if someone had discovered a secret, and his expression was horrifying.
After a long time, his expression recovered and he sighed quietly: "Sure enough, how many things in this world can be hidden from your arbitration office?"
As he spoke, he lifted up his right sleeve. On his right wrist, a black line loomed. This black line contained extremely rich death energy. Once it broke out, his life would be exhausted and he would die.
Dia Churchill put one hand behind her back and spoke indifferently.
"Brother, you are a legend of the Churchill family. Your talents and talents are among the best in the world, but after all, you have not yet entered the king's level. In terms of your current age, you have reached the end of your life!"
"Judging from the death line on your wrist, you only have three days to live at most!"
The hermit did not refute, he knew his own body very well.
Regardless of the fact that Hood asked him to come out that day, his black hair grew longer and his muscles regenerated, as if he had rejuvenated his youth. In fact, it was just a return to the past, and it was the last fight in his life.
His lifespan is almost exhausted. If he does not break through to the king level, he will have no choice but to perish.
This is why he was so anxious to find Ye Chen!
Only by using Ye Chen as a stepping stone to help him advance to the king's level can he extend his lifespan.
Dia didn't care about the hermit's expression. He suddenly reached into his arms and took out something, which was a test tube.
In the test tube, the dark green liquid slowly rotated, occasionally popping out a few bubbles.
"This is the life-enhancing liquid recently developed by the top scientists of our Arbitration Institute. Taking it can extend your life by one year!"
The hermit's eyes changed drastically, and he said in shock: "Life-enhancing liquid?"
Although he doesn't know what this thing is, it can extend his life by one year. This is undoubtedly a God-given opportunity for him.
Dia nodded slowly and continued: "Brother, this life-enhancing liquid can activate your body cells. While extending your life, it will also increase your strength to a certain extent!"
"It does not have any side effects or sequelae. The only drawback is that each person can only use it once in his life. The effect will be lost after the second use!"
"I gave it to you under the command of the Judge King!"
Although the hermit was greatly moved, he did not accept it immediately. Instead, he asked in a deep voice: "The arbitration office will never do anything that is not beneficial. Give me the life-enhancing liquid. What are your conditions?"
Dia paused slightly, without retorting, and simply settled the tone.
"It's very simple. We just need you to cooperate with us and kill Ye Lingtian with all your strength!"
"This time, we will make sure nothing goes wrong!"
The moment he finished speaking, six more figures appeared behind him, and a shocking killing plot against Ye Chen loomed again!
In the sky, six figures suddenly appeared behind Dia, disappearing into the clouds and mist together, stepping on the void.
The hermit immediately felt six pressures coming that were not weaker than Dia's. Even those who were stronger than him felt tremendous pressure.
One of them, whose age and gender cannot be seen, is holding a wooden barrel about half a person tall, which exudes the aroma of wine. His tongue is much longer than ordinary people. His tongue is rolled up, and the wine in the barrel is windless.
Automatically, it was sucked into his mouth. The strangest thing was that no matter how much he drank the wine, the wine in the barrel never became less and always remained at the same level.
The second person, a man in his late fifties, has a crystal bronze color looming on his body. His skin also reflects different colors with the reflection of light, sometimes turning white, sometimes turning gray. He is almost indistinguishable when standing in the clouds and mist.
The difference between him and the clouds is that he is like a chameleon who can blend into the environment and change the color of his body arbitrarily according to the surrounding conditions.
The third person, an old man in a patterned robe, stepped on a giant snake of a different species. The snake spit out poisonous gas in its breath. Several crows flew through the air, and were killed by the poison one after another. Its pupils exuded a heart-stopping energy.
The cold light seems to swallow people up at any time.
But it was extremely docile under the old man's feet, playing the role of a pet.
The fourth person is a middle-aged man with a very ordinary appearance. He is an ordinary person among the crowd. No one may be able to recognize him. The only thing that is special is that one of his left arms is broken at the shoulder level.
With his long sleeves fluttering, he looks like a one-armed man.
The fifth man's hair stood on end like a flame, his eyes were wide-eyed, and he exuded an incomparable murderous intent. His arms were sound, but one of his right legs looked unnatural. A gust of wind blew by, causing a stir.
His half-cut trouser leg revealed his slightly shortened right limb.
This person turned out to be born with a disability, with one foot long and one short.