Those Stars from other dynasties who firmly believed Xiao Chen was invincible, the King of Misfortune himself, stared in bewilderment, like monks trying to feel the tops of heads far beyond their reach. They simply could not believe what had just happened.
Xiao Chen, suspected to be the King of Misfortune and possessed of earth-shaking combat power, had been casually snatched away by Tang Yuan like a little chick? He had not even managed to resist!
In an instant, streaks of divine light pierced the air, radiant clouds tore through the heavens and stirred the celestial phenomena, leaving brilliant trails high in the sky that lingered for a long time!
"Liu Zhengzhen, if I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really think I'm afraid of you!"
Moments later, Tang Yuan flew into a Demon Mountain with Xiao Chen and hovered in an ancient forest. He glanced back coldly, golden Demonic Flame surging in his eyes.
The next instant, a vision suddenly appeared: a supreme behemoth was slaughtering an ancient nation.
In mere moments, every living soul was extinguished, and all things fell into deathly silence.
Everything within sight was drenched in blood.
An ancient nation with a population of tens of billions was slaughtered within a hundred breaths by a Golden Mantis Behemoth as vast as a galaxy. Blood flowed in rivers, and not even a chicken or dog survived!
The vision was far too real. A single glance was enough to make anyone feel sick.
This was no fabricated image, but a massacre the progenitor of the Golden Mantis Demon Clan had truly committed countless ages ago.
Far from feeling ashamed, the Golden Mantis Demon Clan took pride in it. They engraved the scene into their bloodline and passed it down through the generations, making it the most terrifying