"Buzzing..."
The scene was silent to the extreme; around Lingjue Peak, the gathered cultivators easily numbered close to ten thousand.
But now, not a single person made a sound, the entire place was silent, only the waves of divine power were howling, stirring the winds and clouds.
"Buzzing..."
This situation did not last long, as Yun Kang's cold corpse heavily fell to the ground below, the momentum on the Evil Demon became even more terrifying.
"Very good..."
He took a deep breath, his expression icy to the extreme, his gaze as evil as a demon, glaring at Mo Wangchen, "In all my conquests of the Ten Thousand Realms, I have never killed a holder of the Divine Tablet. It seems today, I must make an exception."
"Do you really think you can kill me until now?"
Mo Wangchen retracted his finger that was probing into the void, turned around, and faced the Evil Demon with a faint smile, tinged with a touch of disdain.
