"Greetings, my lord!"
"Your subordinate pays his respects, my lord—"
Zheng Tong, Wu Sha, Xingyuehong, and the other Quanzhen were pale with terror.
Without a word, they dropped to their knees before that figure.
Even the madmen of Zhong Ming's Sinking Bell Society bowed their heads respectfully, not daring to make a sound.
They might have so-called immortal bodies and bizarre abilities that made them seem like gods to ordinary people, but before the Yin people and those with Spiritual Perception, they were merely slightly larger ants!
If such a person wished it,
they could kill them with a thought, without even moving!
"Hehe, you're having quite a bit of fun. How did you end up fighting here?" Bai Yingying's lovely, bell-like voice rang out, clear and gentle. "Hehehehe—what started this fight, I wonder?"
"My lord—"
Bang!
Zheng Tong had barely opened his mouth when his entire body exploded into a spray of blood!!
Flesh scattered across the ground.
It was as though an invisible millstone had slammed down, grinding his flesh and even his bones to pulp.
A great smear was stamped into the ground.
He could not pull himself back together, yet he had not died!!!
Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.
Even Shi Wen felt a deep, oppressive dread.
He had just fought Zheng Tong and knew what he was capable of. Even at full strength, Shi Wen could probably only suppress him; victory was far from certain.
Zheng Tong was much stronger than Xiang Ji.
He was bound to have a trump card or two.
Shi Wen considered him a formidable opponent, yet Bai Yingying had not even lifted a hand to kill him. It was as if a thought had simply fallen upon him.
Zheng Tong had burst apart on the spot