The smile on Demon Hand King's face froze completely, and all color drained from it. His eyes, once filled with smug satisfaction and cruel amusement, now overflowed with boundless horror!
"Te-Teleportation?!" He shot up from his throne, his body trembling with shock and terror. His voice turned shrill and hoarse as he lost all composure. "It's you?! Hu Yanbo?! How can you still be alive?!"
"How can you use Teleportation?!"
Fragments of memories from thousands of years ago came flooding back. The final blow he had dealt Hu Yanbo had been a soul attack. Even if it hadn't killed him, surely it couldn't have helped him grow stronger!
Yet the figure before him!!!
Hu Yanbo stood there quietly, with no interest in answering Demon Hand King's foolish questions.
His indifferent gaze swept over the maidservants prostrated below, trembling and barely daring to breathe, before returning to Demon Hand King.
"It seems..." Hu Yanbo's voice was calm and flat, yet carried the cold finality of a verdict. "You've lived quite comfortably these past few thousand years."
His voice wasn't loud, but every word crashed down upon Demon Hand King's soul like an invisible primordial mountain!
"Urgh...!" A muffled groan of pain escaped Demon Hand King's throat.
To his horror, he found himself shaking all over, too terrified even to open his mouth and beg for mercy!
The invisible pressure carried by those words alone had frightened him, a King-level Immortal, to the point of nearly losing control of his body and divine power. He was like a lamb awaiting slaughter!
This Hu Yanbo who had returned possessed strength far beyond anything he could comprehend!
"Demon Hand King, I hereby declare that your time is up!" Hu Yanbo slowly raised a hand. Invisible darkness seemed to swirl and gather at his fingertips.