Death of Cold Demon Venerable

Demon Venerable Hong Tian's voice gave Cold Demon Venerable a great deal of courage!

"Master, I am here!" shouted Cold Demon Venerable eagerly. At this moment he had full confidence and was no longer afraid of the Supreme Emperor Lord at all, his eyes even flashing with a cunning look.

"Good disciple, Master will now..."

Before he could finish his words, it instantly turned into a scream!

"Ah, my hand! Who is it?"

Ling Yun found it extremely annoying. The entire hand had blocked out the sunlight, and in particular, Little one was already pouting her little mouth.

Therefore, with a single flash, he severed this giant hand, which turned out to be quite tough and consumed a fair amount of Ling Yun's power. At the same time, Ling Yun also slashed the opposite side with a sword. Who knew what was going on? In short, that torn rift had already been swiftly sliced shut by Ling Yun using a finger sword.

He could still sense that the old man on the opposite side possessed terrifying strength, on par with Old Man Tianqi from just now—of course, this was all just Ling Yun's guess.

Demon Venerable Hong Tian having his single hand chopped off was largely a matter of sheer luck; he never expected that even with his formidable physical body, he would still get cut! Carelessness!

"Master, I still... I..." Cold Demon Venerable never expected the outcome to turn out like this. Was he beyond saving? "Emperor Lord, spare my life! I immediately surrender to the God Realm and break away from the Devil Race!"

No one could have imagined that Cold Demon Venerable, who was so majestic just yesterday, would be begging like a dog right now, humbly pleading for their Emperor Lord to spare a path to