Six people, all at the peak of the early Divine King Realm!
And judging by their auras—steady and profound—they were true old monsters!
"Wang Family's Heaven and Earth Elders, and the Nangong Family's Xuanming Twin Fiends!"
"And the two Supreme Elders of the Nine Star Sword Sect, who had long since withdrawn from worldly affairs!"
Among the distant crowd were some experienced old Rogue Cultivators.
At this moment, they were so frightened that they collapsed onto the ground, their teeth chattering.
"My heavens... Have these three families gone mad?"
"This isn't exorcising demons. They've dragged out every old ancestor from beneath the coffin boards!"
"Six Divine Kings... Add the three in the pit, and that makes nine Divine Kings in total!"
"With this lineup, let alone killing two young men—even attacking Tianxing City would be enough!"
Everyone had originally thought that Yang Lingtian had turned the tables against all odds and created a miracle.
Who could have imagined that it had merely been bait they had deliberately cast out?
This was the real killing trap: the mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
These old foxes had actually held back all along, watching their own juniors get beaten and tens of thousands of disciples get slaughtered.
All just to wait for this moment.
To wait until Yang Lingtian had revealed every trump card and exhausted his divine power, then deliver a thunderous strike!
Ruthless!
Simply too ruthless!
"Huff... huff..."
Yang Lingtian stood at the edge of the pit, his chest heaving violently.
That one strike, Chaos Sword Art—Dao Severing, had drained nearly seventy percent of the Chaos Power in his body.
In his current state, it would not be an exaggeration to say he was at the end of his strength.
Yang Dingtian beside him was in an