After thirty years, the might of the Demon Monarch had reemerged.
Even a protector of the Dugu Royal Family was slain without hesitation; there was no room for negotiation.
Immediately after, the blood-drenched war spear turned, its tip aimed at Li Jiuyang. In an instant, the Great Elder, a man who had slain several opponents upon his arrival and possessed an astonishing aura, began to tremble uncontrollably, daring not to make a move.
DRIP. DRIP.
For a moment, the only sound on the vast field was blood dripping from the spear.
Taking a deep breath, Li Jiuyang forced himself to speak. "Chen Hua, you've already killed Dugu Xiong. Do you really intend to make enemies of the West Sea and South Pole Royal Families as well?"
"Yes, you're strong, Chen Hua," Li Jiuyang roared, his anger boiling over. It was his only play. "But do you really think you can survive an assault from all three of our great royal families?"
