Hunting Hour

The Immortal Realm genius had thought Zhang Yang was a sword cultivator and was about to sneer in disdain when his Primordial Spirit Artistic Conception shattered at once.

So far, virtually no one had been able to withstand this ultimate move of Zhang Yang's.

Unless someone's Primordial Spirit Artistic Conception was constantly changing...

But for most people, the Power of the Great Dao was unique, their path was unique—how could they alter the frequency of their Primordial Spirit Artistic Conception's fluctuations?

By the time the Immortal Realm genius recovered from his Primordial Spirit backlash, he was already in Zhang Yang's grasp.

The Immortal Realm genius's eyes were full of disbelief as he asked in shock, "A lower-realm ant actually possesses such ability..."

"Ant! Ant! All you know is 'ant'!" Zhang Yang slapped the Immortal Realm genius across the face. "I ask, you answer. If you can't answer, your head rolls!"

"You dare hit me?" The Immortal Realm genius was dumbfounded. "You ant, do you know who my ancestor is? My ancestor is an Immortal King Realm expert! Release me now, or I'll make sure you die without a burial place!"

An ant dared offend the majesty of the upper realm?

With a sweep of Zhang Yang's Sword Qi, a sword pierced through the Immortal Realm genius's arm.

Then, sinister Sword Qi coiled around the Immortal Realm genius's neck, ready to send his head rolling at any moment.

After a scream, the Immortal Realm genius faced reality and said fearfully, "Don't kill me... Whatever you want, my ancestor will satisfy you."

"How many people came down from the Immortal Realm this time? How many Immortal Realm people are at Thousand Mechanism Lake?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Let me go, and I will certainly repay you," the Immortal Realm genius said urgently. "My