"You? Just you Zerg, who know nothing but slaughter?" The elder who had been taught a lesson by Emperor Moyuan kept his head lowered and said nothing. The ones who had just berated Ye Luo were the other elders. Clearly, they did not understand the lesson of learning from others' mistakes, so Ye Luo did not mind teaching them himself. After all, they were already a subordinate civilization he had decided upon.
"Pfft!" Once again, no one saw how Emperor Moyuan had acted. The elder who did not know his place spat out a mouthful of blood as well.
"Ye Luo, you've gone too far!" The other elders were thoroughly enraged.
Ye Luo shrugged innocently. This time, they finally saw Emperor Moyuan strike, because he had attacked all of them at once. Emperor Moyuan threw out his right fist, and seven terrifying streams of demonic energy became seven tiny black needles that flew straight at the remaining seven elders. Although the Elf Queen saw the needles, she had no time to help them. The seven elders were even more horrified. Before they could assume defensive stances, the needles viciously pierced their bodies!
They were far too weak. The Immortal Realm stood at the pinnacle of a Level Four civilization, while Emperor Moyuan was a figure at the very top of the Demon Realm's hierarchy. Against the Ancient Tree Elf Race's experts, who were merely Levels Fifteen or Sixteen, he could crush them to death at will.
The sight of seven people spraying blood was rather spectacular. Seven mouthfuls of blood burst out, and though every elder glared furiously at Ye Luo, they were surprisingly united in one regard: no one dared continue making a scene with words.
Ye Luo smiled in satisfaction. "Elf Queen, let's go. I can't wait to