"You little bastard, aren't you getting a bit too full of yourself? Do you really think that just because you slaughtered a town, you can disregard everyone else?"
Elder Shen Benyou looked at Li Huowang standing before him, a thinly veiled displeasure showing on his face.
His body trembled slightly, and the rusted long nails embedded in him instantly shot out, hurtling toward Li Huowang.
But who could have expected that, just as the long nails were halfway there, Li Huowang—currently cutting his own throat—dodged them with uncanny agility.
At this moment, the gaunt face of Li Huowang twisted into a bizarre grin. He stamped his feet on the Great Thousand Record, launching himself, wind howling, toward the five Elders.
"Protect the Elders!" Instantly, flames engulfed the bodies of the Ao Jing Sect believers—Shou San, Shou Qi, and the rest.
