Evil King Angel smiled eerily, carrying Ling Rufeng casually as he left the Capital City.
The next second!
Above the East Sea, under Evil King Angel's heavy kick, Ling Rufeng's internal organs were practically shattered, the pain causing him to let out a string of agonized screams.
"Kid, you've got some nerve, daring to provoke this King."
Evil King Angel stared at Ling Rufeng, staring at this man whom he regarded as an ant.
"You aren't a person of this world, are you."
"Heh, you've got some insight. I'll give you a choice: die or submit to me."
"Even if I, Ling Rufeng, die, I will never submit to you."
"You're making this King look at you in a new light. Did you know, the strength I used to hit you just now was merely thirty percent of my power, suppressed upon arriving here? If we were in outer space, a single breath from this King would reduce you to ashes."
Evil King Angel wasn't joking either; he didn't want to kill Ling Rufeng because the latter possessed a physique that was a once-in-a-millennium Flame Body, with a boundless future ahead of him.
"So what? Since I can't beat you, kill me then. Stop wasting so much breath. The victor is king and the loser is the villain—make your move."
"Haha, you've got character... This King likes it. Let's play with you for a bit." A wicked smile curled the corners of Evil King Angel's lips!
Just like that, empty-handed and draped in white robes, he stood proudly between heaven and earth. A gentle breeze came blowing by, fluttering his white robes and dancing black hair. He looked utterly peerless—transcendent as a jade-like deity, standing like a wind-swept tree, dashing, debonair, and standing head and shoulders above the rest.
Immediately,