"White Mist told me... Lin Bai is already heading this way!"
The black-robed old man's gaze flashed like lightning as he looked into the white mist.
His gaze was like a sharp sword, capable of seeing through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
"Let's kill Prince Chen first, then deal with Lin Bai!"
The black-robed old man took a deep breath. He understood that rice had to be eaten one bite at a time, and matters had to be handled one by one.
Immediately.
The black-robed old man turned to look at the palace behind him.
The palace gates were tightly shut, and formation runes shimmered across them with golden light.
"Your Highness Prince Chen, we've been dallying for long enough. It's time to fight to the death!"
The black-robed old man snorted coldly and raised his hand, slamming his palm into the palace gates. With a thunderous boom, the formation covering the entire palace shattered, and even the palace itself was smashed into pieces.
The instant the palace formation broke apart, several divine rays shot out from the chaos.
Every one of these divine rays was powerful enough to easily kill a martial artist at the Dao God Peak.
Yet when these boundlessly powerful rays reached the black-robed old man, he casually shattered them with a wave of his hand.
Before long.
Dozens of martial artists emerged from the ruins of the collapsed palace. At their head was none other than Prince Chen.
Those accompanying Prince Chen were his attendants, all of them at the Dao God Peak.
Prince Chen stood among them, his expression calm and his gaze gloomy. Looking at the people before him, he said coldly, "The remnants of the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace are truly courting death. Must you insist on coming here to