It took just a few breaths for a royal martial artist of eighth level Spirit Vein to die miserably under Fang Lin's hands, his body bursting apart, leaving no intact corpse behind.
Blood was scattered and splattered onto Fang Lin's face, making his current expression even more terrifying and brutal.
Another man clad in golden armor, upon witnessing this scene, was utterly terrified. He dared not stay any longer and risked his life fleeing downwards.
"Your majesty, save me!" The man in golden armor cried out in fear, continually petitioning the Xuan Emperor below for help.
From behind, the sound of wind breaking could be heard as Fang Lin, like a relentless reaper, closely pursued the man in golden armor.
Fang Lin, with overwhelming killing intent, didn't want to spare a single soul. At this moment, he desired bloodshed deeply.
