High above the depths of the Crow Mountain Range, overwhelming power erupted wildly. Mountains, rocks, and trees were reduced to nothing, while even space itself was churned into countless fractures.
The Purple Lin Demon King was taking on five Martial Saints alone with the bearing of a king. Every gesture of his exuded an aura that could swallow mountains and rivers.
In terms of looks, this fellow was more bewitching than Ye Xingchen. After all, no matter how completely he took human form, he still had Beast Race blood in him. If he fixed his habit of exposing too much and polished up his image a little, he could absolutely debut as the center of the group.
Boom!
Boom!
The five Martial Saints unleashed every trick they had, hurling all kinds of Martial Techniques as though they cost nothing. Yet they still could not do anything to the Purple Lin Demon King.
It was not that he was looking down on them. In the Purple Lin Demon King's current state, even if he stood in midair and let them take turns bombarding him, they might not be able to harm him.
"What kind of monster is that?!" An elder of the Demon Emperor Gate completely broke down.
Jun Changxiao had dared to come settle scores with the Demon Emperor Gate. First, he had the Uncollectible Blade as his trump card; second, he had the Purple Lin Demon King.
That fellow was, without question, the Eternal Sect's strongest trump card in terms of combat power.
All these years, Liu Wanshi's fried rice had not gone to waste either.
Although the Purple Lin Demon King always believed he was enduring humiliation and biding his time, merely playing along, and had never admitted that he had been won over by its deliciousness, as