Mos Quasi-Emperor, a Half-Step Great Venerable who had formed a Spirit Shadow of his Primordial Spirit, had been slapped to death just like that?
The three Middle Rank Demon Kings were initially dumbfounded.
Then, their faces were filled with shock.
They stood in place, looked up, and saw the figure extending a hand from the cliff's edge, realizing that the person was a Great Power of the Divine Origin Realm.
"Damn, there's someone from the Divine Origin Realm here!"
The trio uttered the very same words as Mos Quasi-Emperor had before turning to flee.
Bang bang bang!
Three golden palm imprints descended from the sky, carrying an unstoppable, invincible oppression, pulverizing them into dust.
At this moment, four palm imprints appeared on the ground.
Though they weren't large nor deep, the corpses of Demon Kings and Quasi-Emperor level beings within them emanated a wisp of smoke, which was chilling to behold.
