Even though Great Emperor Juetian and Dugu Yidao had each withstood part of the force, the others still died horribly. No one survived.
Heavenly King Swordsman, Heavenly King Swordsman, Heavenly King Fist Saint, Heavenly King Fei Wuming, and the other Great Demon King's subordinates all got their boxed lunches.
What Three Musketeers of the Grassland!
What Di Ya Golden Legion!
At this moment, they had all been crushed into bloody mush!
Master Xuanwen had not escaped either. Trapped inside the Dragon Bone Sword's Sword Qi formation, he had died with his breath cut off!
Boom!
Only then did Sacred Mountain collapse, kicking up dust like a tidal wave.
The Devil Race's highest peak?
Heh heh!
It was now the lowest hollow around. No one knew how many had died inside Sacred Mountain. In short, beneath that little palm, heaven and earth had been destroyed.
Ji Wushuang's forehead was drenched in sweat, his heart trembling without end. Recalling how the little one had patted his head just now, he felt cold all over.
The corner of Pei Pei's mouth twitched. What kind of power was this? She could tell that it had been nothing but a simple slap, without any martial technique at all.
If a martial technique had been used, who knew how many times greater its might would have been?
Everyone aboard the ship was dumbstruck. The guards' legs trembled with fear, and some of them had even fainted.
Long Yanran hurried to examine Long Jianni's injuries. Blood kept flowing from the wound, and the pain was unbearable!!
"Beibei, quickly get the pills."
Long Yanran looked extremely anxious, her heart pounding with fear.
Pei Pei flipped her delicate hand, tossed a pill out of her storage ring, and said to Long Yanran, "Give her this pill."
"Thank you."
Long