The Man’s Decree

At this moment, he finally understood that from the moment the Xuan Tian Sword Sect inexplicably launched its attack, everything was orchestrated by this seemingly harmless young man in blue!

It was this young man who had put him in such a predicament, so humiliating and disgraced!

The thought of himself, the dignified master of the Demonic Sect, a seventh-rank Heavenly Immortal, being toyed with by a mere junior in the Human Immortal realm…

Soul Fiend felt a metallic taste rise in his throat, and unable to suppress it any longer, he spat out another mouthful of demonic blood, his aura even weaker.

“Junior! You’re courting death! I will tear you to pieces and refine your soul for a thousand years!!”

Enraged, Soul Fiend completely lost his reason, disregarding his nearly depleted demonic energy and severe injuries, forcibly squeezing out his remaining strength.

The demonic energy around him surged once more, and a pitch-black demonic claw, though far less refined than in its prime, still radiated terrifying power, lunging towards David with a piercing, mournful wail of ten thousand souls!

This strike contained his boundless resentment and killing intent, determined to crush David instantly!

Ling Yunzi, standing to the side, his eyes flickered, neither intervening nor aiding either side.

He too had expended a great deal of energy, and this was a good opportunity to catch his breath and recover a sliver of strength.

same time, he was filled with

only at the seventh rank of the Human Immortal Realm, gave him a sense of unfathomable depth. He wanted to see what the other party was relying on

towards him carrying overwhelming resentment and killing intent, David’s eyes

playfulness and calmness vanished instantly, replaced by a domineering

your last gasp, like a lamp running out of

back, but simply raised his right

instant, a primordial, ancient, and domineering aura, like a slumbering dragon

bursting its banks, accompanied by a faint, high-pitched, majestic dragon roar that resonated from the depths

the extreme, seemingly

“Holy Light Fist…”

“Boom—!”

fist directly met the enormous, demonically aura-filled

gazes of countless people below, the demonic claw, seemingly capable of easily crushing an ordinary Celestial

meeting the blazing sun, or fragile glass striking divine iron; without even a

was quickly purified and dissipated by the residual Yang sword energy in the

“What?!”