Killing the Dark King

A massive shockwave surged skyward. Tang Miao looked toward the place where Valarong, the Dark King, had been. He was rather curious—had that single sword strike killed him?

"Ugh!!!"

Clearly, it hadn't...

Valarong let out a pained roar, then burst out of the shockwave.

He had turned into mist once more, but his aura was already much weaker than before.

"You're pretty tough, I'll give you that." Tang Miao pursed his lips.

"Damn you..."

Valarong simply couldn't understand how such a tiny human could unleash such tremendous power.

The Black Mist dispersed again.

This time, it took on a humanoid form, still clad in a suit of black armor. The armor seemed to be made from dragon scales!

His legs were those of a tiger, while one arm was a flood dragon and the other a python. His head had been fashioned from some strange Feather Demon.

"You destroyed two of this king's bodies. You're staying here today!" the Dark King Valarong roared furiously.

Hadn't he become the Dark King for the sake of this supreme power?

After all the power he'd accumulated in recent years, he was definitely among the stronger Dark King avatars!

Even Wen Tai wouldn't be a match for him.

And yet...

He couldn't even defeat a human like Tang Miao.

How could he not be furious?

Wen Tai, watching from the side, was secretly astonished.

He had thought Tang Miao would be suppressed in the Dark Plane.

He hadn't expected Tang Miao to unleash such terrifying power even in the Dark Plane...

Thinking back to what Tang Miao had said earlier, Wen Tai fell silent for a moment.

He couldn't help wondering: Could it be that I really was the one who made the wrong choice?

He had thrown himself into the Dark Plane and