Who Dares Refuse to Submit?

"What?"

This time, not only were everyone besieging the Huayun Sect shocked out of their wits, but even Nie Yun's teeth trembled slightly.

He had known this old man was powerful, but he had never imagined he would be powerful to such a terrifying extent!

Too ruthless!

No one knew exactly how strong the combined force of the Eighteen Demon Emperors was, but let alone his current self, even in his previous life, he would have been no different from an ant before them.

Yet such powerful figures were like toys in this old man's hands—he could seize them whenever he pleased. What level of strength was that?

"This... is impossible! Could it be that you've reached that realm as well? Impossible..."

Feeling the power suppressing them, impossible to break free from, the Eighteen Demon Emperors' faces twisted. For the first time, true terror appeared in their eyes.

If Old Drunkard had still been at the peak of the Dantian Acupoint Realm, they would not have feared him. But this kind of strength filled them with a deep sense of helplessness from the bottom of their hearts.

"Heh, nothing is impossible. Get in!"

Unmoved by their terror, Old Drunkard smiled faintly and grabbed with his hand. The Eighteen Demon Emperors in the air seemed to shrink, caught in his grasp and tossed into some special place, vanishing without a trace.

Once the Eighteen Demon Emperors were captured, the countless demonfolk connected to them seemed to lose that connection as well. They could no longer sense them.

Silence!

Absolute silence.

If Nie Yun's earlier performance had merely stunned the crowd, then Old Drunkard's actions had scared everyone so badly that their souls seemed unable to return to their bodies.

The scene of the Eighteen Demon Emperors attacking moments ago remained vivid