The cries for mercy rose one after another.
The Divine King powerhouses who had been strutting around just moments ago, clamoring to divide the treasures among themselves.
Now, every one of them was on their knees, begging for mercy in a grotesque spectacle.
The dignity of a Divine King? In the face of death, it was worth less than a single coin.
Yet Yang Lingtian remained unmoved. His gaze was as cold as a slab of ten-thousand-year-old ice.
From the moment these people decided to attack him, their fate had already been sealed.
When it came to enemies, Yang Lingtian had never shown the slightest mercy.
The second strand of cyan Sword Qi swept out in an elegant arc.
Like a graceful dancer, it pirouetted through the crowd.
Every flash was accompanied by a head shooting into the sky.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
One, two, three...
In the span of a few breaths, more than a dozen early-stage Divine King powerhouses were neatly harvested like cabbages in a field.
Their faces still bore frozen expressions of terror and disbelief.
Until death, they could not understand why they, mighty Divine King powerhouses, had died so easily—so... utterly without dignity.
The third strand of Sword Qi, meanwhile, caught up directly with the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion elder who had run the fastest.
"Fellow Daoist, save me!"
The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion elder was scared out of his wits.
He brought out a tortoiseshell shield, the supreme-grade Divine King defensive artifact that had made his reputation.
At the same time, he shouted toward a Rogue Cultivator Divine King who was fleeing nearby.
However, that Rogue Cultivator Divine King ran even faster than he did, without so much as turning his head.
Crack! The cyan Sword Qi descended.
The tortoiseshell shield, reputed to withstand a single blow