"Despicable and shameless!"
The Black Wind Demon Monarch looked around, his face turning from black to purple, then a ghastly green, as if he were in a dye workshop with its myriad of colors.
"Dare you fight me one-on-one in a single…"
Before he could finish his sentence.
Twelve treasures soared into the air, each with the appearance of a bell, vase, mirror, or seal, unleashing boundless divine light that came crashing down thunderously.
"Damn it!"
The Black Wind Demon Monarch's impression of the Patching Heaven Cult completely collapsed, so much for the Xuanmen Orthodoxy, who proved to be utterly shameless, even falling short of the straightforwardness of the Heaven Severing Demons.
Opening his mouth, he spewed forth Innate Black Winds, turning into hundreds of pitch-black tornadoes.
