Fierce Battle (2)

Little Irene looked up, her face lighting up with delight. "Big brother! Big brother!"

She'd seen a Dragon Claw like this before. Wasn't it the move that had crippled Situ Haonan's cultivation? Only this one was more than ten times larger!

The terrifying God Slaying Fist was shattered by Ling Yun's claw...

Old Man Tianqi was secretly alarmed. He reminded himself to watch out for that terrifying Dragon Claw in the battle to come.

The little one ran too fast and took a tumble. Long Yanran caught up with her.

"Does it hurt?"

"Waaah, Daddy..."

"Look at the sky. Isn't your daddy right there?"

The little one lifted her eyes and saw the familiar figure. Her face instantly broke into a smile. "Aha! That's my daddy!"

Long Yanran was at a loss for words!

One of the Devil Race's Immortal Emperors sneered. "Hah, he's not just putting on a brave face, is he? Let me take him on."

Everyone looked down on him. Taking advantage of someone when they were down! Would he be so eager if he hadn't seen the Emperor Lord get hurt? He was just trying to make a name for himself!

Old Man Tianqi was displeased and ordered, "A few of you, go help him!"

Even if the Emperor Lord was badly wounded, that fame-hungry Devil Race Immortal Emperor couldn't kill him. And was the Emperor Lord really even injured?

His aura hadn't weakened at all. You couldn't tell a thing!

Ling Yun found it amusing. Were these pieces of trash rushing to their deaths? He swung the Demon Sword and killed one. Divine Light pierced through another, while the Demon Sword chased down a third.

The most important one—the fellow who'd made that bold claim—was fairly capable. He unleashed a set of sword techniques, and