Shan Ling swallowed hard and stared at Yi Yun in disbelief. What was going on?
Yi Yun was clearly just a low-level worker from the Taixia Ancient Mine, yet he possessed such strength. And... he had used the power of his physical body!?
At that moment, Yi Yun was looking at the red-and-white brain matter splattered across the iron seal in his hand, his brows furrowed. That turtle had rambled on endlessly. Yi Yun had thought it possessed some ability, but it turned out to be a good-for-nothing—it had been smashed to pieces with a single strike.
Even so, Yi Yun felt no joy. Instead, he was somewhat disappointed. The physical bodies of the Demon Race martial artists that everyone had been hyping up seemed to be nothing special. How was he supposed to perfect his Dragon Emperor Art with this?
Could it be that the Dragon Emperor Bloodline in the Kanglong Ding was simply too powerful?
"You... who exactly are you..." The Demon Race martial artist with bone spines growing from his back felt his mouth go dry, sweat beading on his forehead. How could this human be so terrifying? "You... you killed him... You killed someone from my Primordial Clan..."
The Demon Race martial artist with bone spines had been frightened witless by Yi Yun's clean and decisive killing move. If he had been the one who had said a few more words just now, the one lying dead would not have been the turtle Demon Race member, but him.
"Why do you keep spouting nonsense? Didn't you hear that he asked me to smash his head?" Yi Yun turned his head slightly and looked at the Demon Race martial artist with bone spines. "I originally wanted to use the two of you to test my moves and