Codename One smiled.
Ling Yun smiled wickedly, copying a portion of the old man's memories and sending them straight into the mind of Codename One, which was simply perfection.
"No, no, no... This isn't real!"
The old man could not believe such a fact, his sweat-soaked head shaking violently as his psychological defense completely collapsed, yet he was living without a heart—a sight out of a ghost story.
Acting on Ling Yun's orders, Codename One immediately ran outside while the old man was watched by Beibei.
"Handsome Uncle, what should we do with them?" Beibei pointed at the Immortal Emperors on the ground, who only now realized the gap in power.
"Them? They're useless." Ling Yun walked over gently, and a cluster of Netherflame burned them away, setting off another burst of miserable screams.
The little one saw it all, wanting the strange flame in her dad's hand; she always felt that the Netherflame was the strongest.
Afterwards, her face turned dark, as she had planned to put those people into the Moonlit Demon Suppressing Tower, only to have her dad finish them off in a moment of inattention.
With only the one-handed old man left, the little one curled her lips; since he was incomplete, she did not want to collect him either.
Beibei asked, "What about him, then?!"
At this time, the old man stubbornly said, "The King of Hell is the strongest in might, yet I never expected him to hide here. Is he afraid?"
Little Irene and the others acted as if they heard nothing: "Big Brother, does he have any treasures on him?"
"Not really, and my courtyard has already been reduced to this state." Ling Yun hooked his finger, and the storage ring on the old man's body was taken. After sweeping it with