A single killing move! Heavenly Demon Godslaying!
Daoist Baishen was also a veteran, formidable Manifest God cultivator, yet before the First Imperial Son, he had not even lasted one move. In an instant, he was blasted to scraps by the Heavenly Demon Godslaying Slash Art. This showed just how powerful this First Imperial Son of the Heart Fox Demon Race truly was.
"Too weak! Are Manifest God cultivators of the human race only capable of this much?"
The First Imperial Son sat upright upon a towering throne, a noble crown upon his head, his features impossible to discern. Like an emperor beyond all reach, his entire body gleamed with an intense air of nobility, as though a heavenly god had descended into the world.
Having defeated his foe in one move, the First Imperial Son withdrew his hand. His majesty ran deep; every gesture revealed boundless nobility and lofty superiority, while his eyes shone with incomparable authority and tyranny.
"What a pity. Though the North Water Divine Palace is an orthodox ancient Daoist sect, it declined long ago. This Daoist Baishen was feeble in strength—he can only be called laughable..."
To kill such an old-school Primordial Spirit expert as Daoist Baishen, moreover in what could be called a fair battle, would have been an astonishing achievement for anyone else.
Yet the First Imperial Son remained neither sorrowful nor pleased. In his eyes, killing Daoist Baishen was not worth mentioning at all, hardly an accomplishment.
"If there is a chance, I should test my hand against the North Water Divine King. Only by killing such a peerless figure can I display my true level..."
The First Imperial Son's gaze flickered as he looked toward the other parts of the battlefield. By now, the Seven Seas Kingdoms had become one vast battlefield.