"Kill him!"
A hint of calmness flickered in his eyes, Wang Junze did not answer Situ Haokong's question but simply ordered faintly.
There was no personal vendetta between Wang Junze and Situ Haokong, but under the current circumstances, keeping Situ Haokong alive posed too great a threat. If Situ Haokong were to escape and the news got out, the entire Nether Sea's demon cultivators might be mobilized.
And now, it was precisely when Situ Haokong was at his weakest, making it easy to kill him with numerical superiority.
"Just them?"
With a sneer, Situ Haokong's eyes were filled with disdain as he proudly said, "Ye Piaoling, do you know why I was able to reach this position?"
In the blink of an eye, Situ Haokong's aura surged, his hand clenched tightly, and in an instant, a Primordial Purple Gold Hammer fell into his hand. With a sudden outburst of demonic qi, one swing shattered the Divine Talisman coming straight at him!
