"We are disciples of the Xuanhe Sect..."
The two white cranes shouted in panic, hoping the identity of Xuanhe Sect disciples would cow this god of slaughter. But before they could separate, four fists shattered the void and came smashing toward them.
"Damn it! The Xuanhe Sect won't let you off for killing us!"
The two white cranes resisted with all their strength, but beneath those four fists, they were as fragile as infants. They were blasted apart in midair on the spot, turning into a cloud of blood mist that scattered away.
"Is he even human?"
Someone screamed, their teeth chattering.
The Young Azure Dragon King and disciples of Demon Emperor sects were being crushed like chickens and dogs, without the slightest power to resist. Even if a Martial Saint personally acted, he likely could not have done much more.
"This isn't a dragon crossing the river. This is a true dragon!"
What Demon Race Holy Sons, Sacred Sect Holy Sons, Yuan Yi Holy Son, Xining Wang Family disciples—they were all so frightened they nearly wet themselves, their teeth chattering.
Not only was the man before them incomparably fierce in battle, his methods were ruthless as well. He even dared to suppress and kill the Young Azure Dragon King, whose parents were both Demon Saints, along with disciples of Demon Emperor sects. He was utterly lawless.
Let alone a King Wu, even a Martial Saint would have to weigh whether they could bear the wrath of the Azure Dragon King and the Xuanhe Sect before killing them. Yet the man before them had killed without a moment's hesitation.
They had merely been fighting over a Saint Blood Fruit. Earlier, everyone had chased that woman until she fled for her life. Who could have imagined that things would turn into