"Whose is it, you shameless scoundrel? The Saint Spirit Pearl belongs to all the living beings under heaven, so since I've taken it now, it belongs to this king." Evil King's Crusade stared at Ling Yun with disdain, the corners of his mouth full of a smile.
What all living beings under heaven?
Too fake!
Ling Yun had read the Eight Treasures Heavenly Emperor's memory and already roughly knew.
Wasn't it just that Yin Feng wanted to take his life, and the Saint Spirit Pearl was none other than the founding treasure of the Haotian Sword Sect.
"Then come on, words are useless. Let you know that ants are always ants."
Ling Yun shouted sternly with a cold sneer on the corners of his mouth. His sharp right hand reached down, tearing even the void apart.
Evil King's Crusade fought back desperately, mobilizing the Saint Spirit Pearl within his sea of consciousness to counter. Divine light erupted all over his body, and after three rounds, his body surface sustained multiple injuries with blood flowing unstoppably.
"Puff!"
Crimson blood flew high into the sky, crossing the firmament like a rainbow—bewitching and tragically beautiful. Evil King's Crusade dodged Ling Yun's terrifying technique, avoiding a fatal blow, but suffered heavy damage from Ling Yun's immortal body.
"Impossible! I possess the Saint Spirit Pearl; it's impossible for me to lose." Evil King's Crusade widened his eyes, his face written all over with an incredulous expression.
You must know that Ling Yun hadn't even taken out the Tai Chi Seal, yet he had tried almost everything. Could the gap really be this huge?
"Nothing is impossible. In the end, you are all ants."
Ling Yun sneered repeatedly!
Hurricane God said, "This is too terrifying! His strength is twice that of the ancient times. It's impossible