Dragon Pattern Fish stared at Chen Fei with its fish eyes wide open. It had clearly dodged just now, yet in the end, the blade still plunged into its skull.
As thunder erupted from within the Chang Heng Sword, Dragon Pattern Fish's body trembled slightly. Its aura instantly plummeted to the bottom, then vanished without a trace.
With one sword strike, an Demon King died on the spot!
With three Divine Palaces and all sorts of Perfection Realm and even Great Perfection Realm techniques, aside from being somewhat weaker in innate talent, Chen Fei's clone was far stronger than an ordinary Early Mountain Sea Realm cultivator.
These Demon Kings relied on the strength of their own defenses, believing that taking one or two attacks from a Mountain Sea Realm cultivator would not pose much of a problem.
That line of thinking could not be called entirely wrong. After all, over the years, they had fought more than a few battles against human Mountain Sea Realm cultivators, and things had always been like this before.
Yet it was precisely because things had always been this way that they had fallen into a fixed pattern of thought.
Chen Fei's clone pulled out the sword, and a cloud of blood mist sprayed from Dragon Pattern Fish's head, dyeing the surroundings red.
The four Demon Kings rushing toward Lei Xiehu to offer support sensed Dragon Pattern Fish's aura vanish, and their hearts jolted in alarm. They instinctively turned their heads, just in time to see Chen Fei pull out his sword.
Dragon Pattern Fish had died just like that? How could it have died so quickly!
Before the four Demon Kings could make sense of it, Chen Fei had already stepped forward. Under the Thousand Illusory Heaven Escaping Steps, hundreds of phantasmal bodies appeared