Ling Yun's obsidian-like eyes radiated a cold and fierce light, bringing boundless oppression to everyone.
"Mayflies shaking a tree, utterly overestimating themselves." Ling Yun struck down with a single palm!
Boom!
"Ah! Ugh!"
A series of shrill wails echoed. Little White King's throat choked, and a mouthful of bright red liquid spurted uncontrollably from his mouth, his just-supported body collapsing back down.
This time!
He could no longer climb back up, finally closing his eyes in unwillingness as Fierce Tiger Demon King took his demon core, leaving the latter boiling with anger.
Another one was dead, and everyone looked at Ling Yun with entirely different gazes—shocked yet pleasantly surprised.
A Taixu Palace female disciple said, "So the senior in the black robe is that strong."
Water Elder's eyes widened even further: "He's just too strong."
He had also crossed paths with Little White King and knew the other's strength intimately; if it were him, it would have been absolute-ly impossible to kill Little White King in a single move.
That being said, this black-robed, bamboo-hatted person's strength was above his!
Hiss!
Thinking of this, Water Elder's back was soaked.
The night was like ink, and the dark night sky was covered with dark clouds.
In the distance, dull thunder rumbled, seeming to herald a torrential downpour about to pour down, yet under the illumination of the formation's radiance, everything remained clearly visible.
"All of you together, kill him."
Black Wolf Demon King's eyes split open, his pair of eyes resembling bloody springs, flashing with an eerie red light.
Fierce Tiger Demon King and five other demon kings surrounded Ling Yun in a tight circle, their killing intent pressing down on the latter.
Ling Yun chuckled, an extremely bone-chilling aura permeating the entire space. That icy coldness felt as though it