Outside the demon lair on the other side.
Little Ming King stood in the rain, staring at the sword mark left by Xuanyi for a long time.
Finally, he began to walk slowly toward the spot where Tian Qiweng was hiding.
Every step he took was filled with an oppressive suffocation, and that pair of dark golden eyes burst with golden light, staring at Tian Qiweng like a terrifying Demon God in the dim rain curtain.
At this point, how could Tian Qiweng not realize he had been exposed?
Kneeling and begging for mercy was not the style of a Five Extremes Mountain disciple, much less the backbone of a Wind Chasing Division disciple.
"Kill!" A roar filled with a determination to die echoed in the rain.
Tian Qiweng gripped the Linglong Sword, and his scars reddened as he fully activated his Spiritual Power. With fierce eyes, he struck with his strongest sword of assured victory.
Clang! After a clear sword cry.
