Long Hua and the others swallowed hard. That scene had truly scared them out of their wits.
"Lord King of Hell, please spare us!" Ren Wuyan dropped to his knees and begged for mercy. He did not want to die.
The afterimage said nothing, which was even more terrifying.
For a time, the scene was utterly silent. After a minute of silence—
"So much trash."
The afterimage floating in the air spoke as it lowered its palm, releasing a ripple that spread outward like waves through the air.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
The remaining two Immortal Venerables screamed, desperately clutching their chests. They struggled for a moment before dying.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Screams erupted throughout the academy. The ones dying were all men in black, their internal organs shattered by that force, even their Nascent Souls annihilated.
"Lord King of Hell, please spare me!"
Long Hua chose to submit as well. He had just checked the two people beside him—their Nascent Souls were gone. That had merely been an afterimage. As an Immortal Emperor, he could not even resist an afterimage. Was the King of Hell's strength truly as unfathomable as the records of the War God Hall claimed?
Elder Xu and the others were the same, though they were not afraid—only shocked, because they knew the afterimage would not harm them.
"You two. One may leave, while the other must stay.
"Play rock-paper-scissors. The winner may leave; the loser stays."
The afterimage spoke again.
Long Hua and Ren Wuyan exchanged a glance and immediately threw their hands. Unfortunately, Ren Wuyan lost.
"I keep my word. You may go."
Long Hua did not linger. Who would be willing to stay in a place like this? He wished he could flee at once, so he shattered the void and ran, afraid the afterimage might