Faced with this situation, Chen An remained calm and even smiled.

"I knew you were ugly, but I didn't expect you to be this ugly. By the way, let me tell you the truth, your paintings are extremely ugly. I've never seen anything as ugly as this in my entire life."

Chrysanthemum Face's thorny eyes widened and angrily said, "You've successfully angered me. How do you want to die?"

Chen An replied: "Do you have any good suggestions?"

"Of course. I plan to peel off your skin first, then drain your blood. I'll make a pen out of your hair, dip it in your blood, and draw your portrait on your skin. What a perfect plan. Next, I'll eat your flesh and blood, a little bit every day, and I'll enjoy it for a long time. Don't worry, you won't die. I'll hang your head in my hair and carry it with me forever."

Chen An smiled and asked, "I have no objection. Does Agren agree with your plan?"

The man with the chrysanthemum face's eyes suddenly narrowed, and all his fierceness disappeared, which showed that he was very afraid of Agren.

"Even if I can't kill you, I can kill others. I'm going to turn them all into paintings."

It paused and continued, "Women have the best texture and delicate skin. I like it the most. Wait, where are you?"

It turned out that what was left there before was just an illusion. He had already flown to the top of the tree and taken Yang Dingtian down.

"Damn you! How dare you destroy my favorite painting." Chrysanthemum Face was furious and spit out energy towards Chen An.

The huge stream of rays swept everything and swallowed Chen An.

But five seconds later, Chen An, holding the barrier, took Yang Dingtian and flew towards the dimensional membrane, passing through it layer by layer from the way they came.

"You stay here." Chrysanthemum Face followed.