"Bastard!" In an instant, Ba Heng was furious, his eyes showing madness, his eyes full of bloodshot.
He did not expect that this time, six of the disciples he brought along would die right under his nose.
This left Ba Heng feeling greatly shocked, utterly unable to accept it, his face showing frantic emotion.
However, Ye Feng remained calm and composed, as if he had done something extremely easy and simple.
"Trash, I want you dead!" Ba Heng roared furiously, the pressure of a Daoist Lord erupting like a world-destroying storm, tearing through the void, enveloping nearly fifty miles in the blink of an eye.
Ba Heng's aura was ferocious, his whole body wrapped in flames, the crimson light illuminating heaven and earth, incredibly dazzling.
Ba Heng's muscles bulged, his veins protruding, his upper body's clothes shattered and burned, revealing a body like steel drenched with molten iron, exuding explosive and terrifying power.
