Seventy-Two Corpse Slaves

Peng Zhitian ignored North Lion King, Bull Demon King, and Six-Eared Macaque outright. His indifferent gaze fell upon the Divine Hall as he said, "Hand over the Torch Dragon, or the Divine Hall will be wiped from existence today!"

His voice was hoarse, enough to make anyone who heard it break out in goosebumps.

Zun Ru Dao's expression turned incomparably ugly, while Fairy Hei Die clenched her fists, her eyes filled with unwillingness and disbelief.

Among the Six Halls and Three Lands, the Corpse Emperor Hall ranked within the top three. It was far from the Divine Hall, and she had never imagined that the Corpse Emperor Hall would come attacking, much less send Peng Zhitian directly.

Among the Thirteen Lords, Peng Zhitian was exceedingly famous. His reputation had been built upon mountains of bones.

"Hmph! Are you ignoring us?"

Six-Eared Macaque shouted in irritation. Although the other man's aura was powerful, he was not afraid.

The three great demon kings behind him had not reached the Great Luo Realm, but they were at least Late-stage Grand Unity Profound Immortal Realm or peak Grand Unity Profound Immortal Realm cultivators.

Peng Zhitian glanced at him, his expression still indifferent, as though he were looking at roadside grass and flowers. Before long, he shifted his gaze back to the Divine Hall's castle.

The tall tower at its peak shook violently as heavenly lightning crackled around it. The aura within grew ever more terrifying. Clearly, the Torch Dragon was about to awaken successfully.

"Damn it!"

Seeing how thoroughly Peng Zhitian disregarded him, Six-Eared Macaque flew into a rage.

He immediately charged at Peng Zhitian with his Iron Rod. With one strike, he tore through the air, his unruly figure streaking across the skies above the Divine Hall as he sought to smash Peng