However, when that energy struck Ye Tianling, it all suddenly seemed to sink into an unknown void.
Ye Tianling's robes didn't even stir in the slightest.
"You—How could you be so cruel!"
Long Qingque was on the verge of a breakdown. After personally witnessing the four Sword Ancestors of the Dragon Race die so tragically, unable to withstand even a single move, she completely fell apart.
Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face, and an expression of utter grief contorted her features.
"Cruel? I, Ye Tianling, am not the cruel one. The cruel ones are you self-righteous old fools! Weren't you the one who just challenged me to come out and slaughter your Dragon Race, to reenact what happened in the Small World? I'll grant your wish!"
"In a little while, I will march on the Four Great Dragon Clans and wipe them from existence completely!" Ye Tianling said in a cold voice.
His words once again caused an uproar.
"You—"
