"Madman, ignorant fool, I've lost interest in wasting any more time with you."
Kunpeng Ancestor looked at the Chaos Bell next to Yu Yuan, speaking with cold indifference as if his patience had run out.
Yu Yuan, sensing his gaze, mockingly said with a smile, "What do you mean 'lost interest'? You're just afraid that after I repair the Chaos Bell, I'll use its strength to escape... Do you mighty beings all love to pretend so much?"
Kunpeng Ancestor didn't quite understand what "pretend" meant, but his instincts told him it was definitely not a compliment.
In the past, if anyone dared to speak to him with such an attitude, they would have been wiped from existence with a mere glance from him.
But facing this Yu Yuan, he had a sense of not being able to deal with him.
His attacks were not ineffective; it was that Yu Yuan had some kind of divine skill that allowed extremely strong recovery.
No matter how severe the injury, it would heal in an instant.
