Wasn't this far too hasty? Before everyone's very eyes, Xu Xiaoshou—the king who stirred up storms, the cockroach that could never be killed—was gone? He had merely been touched, not even slapped, and he died?
Forget the spirit refiners far away atop the First Hall of Sin, who stared dumbfounded—even Rao Yaoyao and Yan Wuse found it utterly absurd.
There was no denying that Xu Xiaoshou was very weak, but neither was there any doubt that Xu Xiaoshou was very strong! His weakness referred to his cultivation realm.
Yet Yan Wuse deeply acknowledged his tenacious vitality, as well as that occasional spiritual technique of his that could pop out and topple a Demi-Saint.
Otherwise, why would the mighty Light of Spirit Refining treat a mere junior with such caution?
"Fake!"
At the same moment, this thought flashed through everyone's minds.
After all, the lesson from before had been seared deeply into their memories.
Thus, when Xu Xiaoshou was suddenly killed in an instant, everyone's first reaction was: That definitely wasn't Xu Xiaoshou! Except for a certain dragon...
"Jie-gaga!"
Having landed a successful claw strike, the Demon Emperor Black Dragon threw back its head and laughed madly, venting its emotions without a care for anyone else.
Too weak! Setting Ba Zunan aside, humans were all brittle to the bone—brush against them and they were wounded, touch them and they died!
It had merely stretched out a claw, not even using one-tenth of its power.
Just as it had expected, this human had been utterly unable to withstand it. Though his physical body was indeed powerful, stronger than that of ordinary humans at the same realm.
But who was it?
The master of the Black Lineage, the Demon Emperor Black Dragon! As a Holy Emperor, striking at a human who did not