Power of the King

Red Dust's face lit up with wild delight. So did the dirt-covered Mo Shi Mo Wang on the other side.

They had thought that with a vicious man like Mercenary Tao appearing, at least half of their controlled Title-level Reincarnators would be sacrificed to wear him down before that madman entered the fight.

They had never expected Mad King to step in after only that idiot Show charged over alone and was beaten by Mercenary Tao to the point where his life and death were unknown?!

"Good! This madman..."

Red Dust immediately withdrew his Inner Force. The low-hanging storm clouds in the sky also slowly began to disperse as though nothing had happened.

Mo Shi Mo Wang likewise hurriedly placed several defensive talismans on himself, his entire body shrinking back in rare apprehension.

The other twenty-odd Title-level Reincarnators had already been ashen-faced. Some had even deliberately hidden beneath collapsed buildings, too afraid to stand, fearing Mad King would order them to fight Mercenary Tao.

Now, they all seemed to come back to life.

Bai Cangshu stood amid ruins nearly a kilometer across, with arcs of electricity still flickering around him. The silver-armored knight lay hundreds of meters away, more than half of his silver armor shattered, blood continuously flowing beneath him.

Bai Cangshu slipped his hands back into his pockets and leisurely walked over to Show, looking down at this Reincarnator with considerable talent for combat.

Unfortunately, the gap between their levels was far too great.

No matter how miraculous one's talent might be, without sufficient ambition and strength, it could never bloom into a flower of miracles.

Besides...

Bai Cangshu himself was a peerless combat genius.

The corners of his mouth curled upward. He had already cast aside The King of Destiny's request for him to bring Show back