After Ding Ling drained the Curse Source Power from Lang Wu and She San, his strength broke through once again.
He had reached Golden Core Paragon and was only one step away from ascending to Martial Nascent Soul.
The three had been drained of all their energy and had suffered severe injuries. They were now incredibly frail. Although Madam Bai could not even truss a chicken, dealing with three wounded men was still effortless.
Thus, seeing the three Lang brothers in their current state filled Madam Bai with immense satisfaction.
After all, the three brothers had coveted her for years. This time, they had even intended to seize her by force. If Ding Ling had not come to her rescue, she might well have been finished.
"Great King, spare my life!"
Where did Lang Wu still have even a trace of his former refined and dashing bearing? He knelt on the ground, his face full of terror as he begged for mercy.
"Don't kill me."
The more unyielding Xiong Fei had been before, the more miserable and wretched he was now.
His face was swollen and bruised, but he had no time to care about his injuries. He knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, his desire to live exceptionally strong.
She San, who was usually taciturn and cold-spoken, was now also saying all kinds of flattering words, hoping that Ding Ling would spare them.
All three were terrified, frustrated, and regretful beyond measure.
If they had known that Madam Bai and Yu Qiang had brought a terrifying demon-god-level figure to Three Kings City, they would definitely have hidden themselves!
If they had known that this child was a demon god in disguise, they would never have repeatedly said that they wanted to eat him!
But it was too late