Chu Yun fished in quiet composure. Before long, two figures tore through the space above the garden and descended before him.
The two strode upon chaotic spatial currents, the might of Saint Kings permeating their surroundings like two impregnable domains. With but a thought, they could destroy anything within the Imperial Palace!
"Are you Chu Yun of the Great Xia Dynasty? The sect master of the Apocalypse Sect?"
The two did not waste words. Looking down from above with lofty superiority, they scrutinized Chu Yun and asked.
"Oh?"
"The Apocalypse Sect? It seems that was the main reason after all."
As soon as Chu Yun spoke, he casually flicked the fishing rod in his hand. The hook and line shot out like two streaks of light, directly smashing the two men's Saint Bodies apart.
At the same time, a vast force of blood, unfathomable as an endless sea of blood, crashed down and suppressed their souls against the ground.
The two Saint Kings were dumbfounded on the spot.
Their faces were seized by utter terror, their hearts and livers trembling. It was as though they had witnessed the most horrifying thing in the world, their very souls shivering.
"No... Immortal Power!"
"You... you are in the Immortal Realm!!"
One of them was so terrified that even his words came out tense and shaky.
"You are this afraid? It seems you are nothing more than minor lackeys."
"In that case, there is no need for this Emperor to waste words on you."
Chu Yun lightly waved his hand, drawing their souls into his palm. A tremendous suction force immediately erupted from it, pulling the memories of their souls into Chu Yun's mind like flowing river water.
"Ah!!!"
These two wretches could be called the most miserable Saint Kings in history.
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