Qian Yu sheathed his blade, casually collected all the spoils of war, then turned to look at Thorn Thunder King and Crimson Feather King.
The two Peak King-Level Mechanical Race warriors had already been suppressed to their knees in the void, unable to move.
They had witnessed Purple Qi King's entire downfall, their eyes filled with terror and despair.
Peak King... one slash destroying 70% of a Divine Body... the second slash killing outright...
What kind of monster was this?!
"Human! You can't kill us!"
Thorn Thunder King cried hoarsely.
"We're willing to hand over the keys! We're willing to hand over all our treasures! Just spare our lives!"
Crimson Feather King nodded frantically as well.
"Yes, yes, yes! Take the keys, just spare our lives!"
Qian Yu glanced at them.
That glance was as indifferent as still water.
"Insignificant aliens, and you still wish to cling to life?"
He raised his hand.
Two slashes.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
The two Peak King-Level warriors fell.
Qian Yu sheathed his blade and casually beckoned, drawing three World Rings and two keys into his hand.
He turned and looked at Silver Ring King, who had been completely petrified behind him.
Silver Ring King stood with his mouth agape and his eyes wide, as though struck by lightning. He remained frozen in place.
What had he just seen?
A Peak King-Level warrior had killed a Peak King and two Peak King-Level warriors within three breaths?
And... one slash had destroyed 70% of a Peak King's Divine Body?
What kind of concept was that?!
"Fire... Firefeather..."
Silver Ring King's voice trembled. His lips quivered for a long time, yet he could not form a complete sentence.
Qian Yu walked up to him and patted his shoulder.
"Alright, stop being so shocked."
He smiled.
"Let's open the