Two swords, two Immortal Kings were cut down in succession.
Such a shocking scene left everyone dumbfounded.
Huyue stared blankly for a moment before sincerely exclaiming, "Old Dao, you were spot-on! Old Xue is clearly going for a full sweep, a bloodbath!"
Zhuge Cang smiled indifferently, "You're mistaken. I didn't calculate anything; I only guessed!"
At the same time, Xue An slowly raised his hand, sword pointing forward, and in a detached tone, he said, "Who's next?"
Amidst the questioning, the three surviving Evil Emperors looked terrified and retreated repeatedly.
Only Shang Liang, due to severe injuries, was completely immobile and could only stand trembling in front, looking dead-faced at Xue An.
Xue An looked at him quietly and smiled slightly, "Shang Liang, remember the last time when I was Immortal Venerable, I let you off. Back then, you cried miserably and swore by the heavens never to commit evil again. How did you forget so quickly?"
