How could the Demon Race Heavenly Prodigies of the Demon Savage Continent not be furious? He had actually called them the challengers, then declared that he wanted to see the next one.
He was too arrogant, treating them entirely as spoils of war!
Worse still, Wang Dabao was cooking outside the Black Tortoise Battlefield. He had already expertly butchered White Marsh's body and prepared the ingredients, his hands almost too practiced.
It was as though they were not even challengers, but meat demons for sale in a market, slaughtered fresh upon purchase.
"I'm going to kill him!" a hot-tempered demon roared.
But Li Yang's strength had struck a painful chord deep within them.
He was a supreme human Heavenly Prodigy who could crush any enemy at the same cultivation level.
And he wanted to fight again!
They were raging, but that anger concealed the fear in their hearts.
Especially when the aroma of White Marsh's flesh began wafting over-it made their blood run cold.
Yinglong's expression was equally ugly.
They had been about to return in overwhelming triumph, only for a supreme Sword Cultivator to emerge at the last moment and slay both Taiyin Dragon and White Marsh, two Heavenly Prodigies with atavistic bloodlines.
He showed no sign of exhaustion. Instead, his fighting spirit burned even fiercer, and the murderous light in his blood-red eyes made even Yinglong's heart tremble.
Given time, he would likely become an enormous threat that no one could keep in check!
"He must die. We cannot let the Nine Provinces have him!" Yinglong's voice rumbled, heavy and deep.
He already knew.
This little Golden Core Sword Cultivator was the man Ning Qingfeng loved.
That was something he had never expected.
Yet after seeing Li Yang's performance, he found it understandable.
Given time, such a monstrous