Some people among the Tianmen ranks took the lead, so a few trash arrays started getting set up.
Ling Yun gave a cold glance and a cold sneer. "Trash!"
"Don't be so arrogant, our Tianmen won't let you off," a certain Tianmen member raged.
He was still pointing at Ling Yun, which was yet another courting-death behavior!
A bolt of divine punishment descended, striking down even the palace and peak next to him. His death was truly miserable.
As for those remaining pieces of scum...
Before the Fourth Prince could even react, they were pierced through one by one by Ling Yun's Divine Light. Cries of misery filled the air; with the spiritual qi recovery, they had grown terribly bloated, and their body arts were miserably poor.
The Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor had just arrived when this scene unfolded, and he was too late to speak up and stop it. In his view, however, stepping in would have been useless anyway—Ling Yun was determined to claim their lives.
"Sorry for the trouble," Ling Yun said to the Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor, though he himself cared not at all.
The melon-eating onlookers, on the other hand, performed gentlemanly bows toward the Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor.
The Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor nodded, then smiled at Ling Yun and spoke. "The Supreme Emperor Lord shouldn't have made a move against them. This old man minds little, but Tianmen won't necessarily vent their anger on me."
In his heart, he felt a slight shock. Song Shanhfeng possessed decent strength, yet with no real fight to speak of here, he had simply been sent to his death?
Ling Yun laughed heartily. "Tianmen already holds no love for this Emperor; if they wish to send themselves to their deaths, let them come."
These words caused everyone