The profound heavenly sacred land's elders, disciples, and many other legendary figures were all in despair. A deep sense of powerlessness welled up from the bottom of their hearts.
Among the legendary figures and prodigies who had just died, there was no lack of old powerful figures at the peak of the Almighty realm. However, they did not even have the chance to struggle before they were turned into dust. They were even worse than ants!
Sacred king Ming ze's expression didn't change at all, as if he had just done something insignificant. He looked down at the xuantian sacred land and said indifferently, " "Li Qingzhou, a disciple of the profound heaven Holy Land, under the name of the sword God Ximen chuixue, killed the ninth Prince of our great sun demon race. Today, I'll kill the profound heavenly sacred land and be buried with the ninth Prince!"
