When the many Demon Lords saw Fang Qing and the Feather Emperor, their faces immediately revealed incomparably frenzied killing intent.
Clearly, Fang Qing and the Feather Emperor had gotten there first, causing the Ancient Sacred Hall to fall to Fang Qing's side. This was something the many Demon Lords could not tolerate.
There were no further words, nor any warmth at meeting old acquaintances from their hometown. They simply attacked.
"You see, this is how things are between heaven and earth. Even if we wished to spare the life of your fellow Daoist from his previous life, in this life, he has no intention of sparing yours."
Fang Qing's expression was exceedingly calm. Looking at the many Demon Lords, as well as the murderous Su Xiuyi, Ying Xiantian, and Meng Shaobai, he spoke to the Feather Emperor beside him.
"Since that is the case, there is no other way. A previous life is ultimately a previous life; this life is what matters most."
The Feather Emperor spoke, his gaze falling on Ying Xiantian. From this young Heavenly Lord, he sensed the aura of a friend from his previous life. Yet now, Ying Xiantian glared at him furiously, wishing he could devour him.
"Kill!"
At that moment, the Reversed Demon Lord, clad head to toe in armor like an ancient god of war, unleashed his most terrifying attack. With a beckoning motion of his hand, an exceedingly terrifying great axe appeared.
This axe was countless times more powerful than the axe of Little Axe Emperor Xuanyuan Po.
The axe was covered in boundless flames of war, boundless glory, as well as splendor and bloody light.
It seemed to have slain countless living beings in the distant past. With the slightest movement, it stirred up an intense aura of Hell, seeking to