Ah!
He was unwilling to accept this!
Xue Ying was blazing with fury, killing intent surging in all directions as he swung that blade.
Terrifying blade energy burst forth. He wanted to cleave through the clouds and strike down the Great Sun Thousand Hands—better yet, destroy half of the God Realm.
Emperor Fan said, "Xue Ying's gone mad... mad, mad! You can't beat him. He doesn't even know who he is!"
He firmly believed this was Ling Yun's ultimate technique. The Ancient Underworld King—the strongest man alive. How could Xue Ying possibly defeat him?
Boom!
The Great Sun Thousand Hands was scattered by the blade energy, but what made everyone suck in a cold breath was that the clouds quickly gathered again.
Little one blinked as she watched, while Cold Moon Empress helped Beibei wipe away her sweat. She couldn't understand why the child was covered in sweat, with even her face slightly pale.
How could she not be pale? She had unleashed such powerful strength in one go. The fact that she hadn't fainted already proved how tough the child was. After all, she was only a little over four years old.
Xue Ying grew more and more terrified. His Demonic Energy was more than twice as strong as before. Who knew what he had gone through during all those years in the Demon Realm?
Watching the Great Sun Thousand Hands slowly descend, about to swallow him whole, he continued resisting. Even in death, he refused to admit defeat or beg for mercy.
He kept saying, "My fate is mine to command, not Heaven's!"
Qing Tong closed her eyes, unable to bear seeing what would happen to Xue Ying next.
Ling Yun said, "Beibei, leave him alive!"
Boom!
Emperor Fan had retreated long ago. He watched with his own