The Ying River King gasped for breath while being at the edge of the Flame Dragon’s skull, his face pale.0

On the other hand, everyone looked excited when they saw the Ying River King’s state.0

“Flower Burial, how powerful!” Qu Wushuang exclaimed and muttered, “I thought that Golden-Eyed Demonspirits were invincible against those of the same generation. I didn’t expect that there’s always someone stronger in the world. It turns out that my eyesight was too low.”2

It wasn’t because his eyesight was too low, but that was practically common sense. No one here could stop the Ying River King from reaching the Flame Dragon’s skull. Only the fourth-stage Saint Lords briefly held their ground but were soon defeated. Even pinnacle fourth-stage Saint Lords like the Heavenly Sage, Indigo Brave, and Crow Shot Saint Lords might be unable to stop him.0

Lin Yun held onto the Flower Burial Sword as he coldly looked at the Ying River King. The latter gave off a domineering aura, but the Ying River King couldn’t become domineering in front of him.0

“Another Heavenly Moon Blade?” Lin Yun was surprised when he saw the Heavenly Moon Blade in the Ying River King’s hand. If he remembered correctly, he had snapped the Heavenly Moon Blade. This Heavenly Moon Blade was similar to the previous one but looked even more demonic after being covered with a Golden-Eyed Demonspirit’s blood.0

The Ying River King coughed out a mouthful of blood, his face becoming ugly. He had never suffered heavy injuries before....0