Forging the Holy Court
Chapter 1705

On the brink

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"Boom..."

Shattered stone sprayed everywhere. With his entire body immobilized, Badro did not even have time to scream before he exploded in the street, dissolving into a vast cloud of blood mist shot through with gold!

The Golden Devil Race had the strongest fleshly bodies of all the Devil Race, scarcely inferior even to the Witch Clan.

Although Badro had only assimilated a portion of golden devil blood and could not even qualify as an inferior member of the Golden Devil Race, blades and spears could not penetrate him, and his body was as hard as diamond. Yet Xiao Ying had slapped him away from a distance and blasted him apart in the street.

"Hm?!"

Everything had happened too quickly, in the blink of an eye.

The Devil Race guards had unleashed their auras and were charging at Xiao Ying and his companions together. Now they all froze as though struck by an immobilization spell, their expressions changing drastically as they stared at the crimson mist tinged with gold outside the building.

The Great Huan party, burning with rage and poised to act, and the guests, who had been quietly watching the spectacle unfold, all stiffened. In disbelief, they looked at Xiao Ying, then at the remains of the man who had exploded outside.

One glance at Badro had been enough to tell that he was a man of extremely high standing, and his cultivation realm was not low either. With a dozen or so guards all in the late loose immortal realm, his entourage had been quite formidable.

Yet a single disagreement had gotten him killed on the spot, his body blasted apart without so much as a bone remaining!

Perhaps it could not even be called a disagreement. Badro had merely uttered one flirtatious remark!

The guests who

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