"Death God Pavilion, courting death!"
Nalan Jie's gaze fell on the thin man, and a cold killing intent permeated the air.
Death God Pavilion dared to attack Nalan Feng, which was undoubtedly courting death.
The thin man's body trembled, and his whole being was enveloped by the breath of death, as were the people behind him.
In front of a demigod, they were merely ants.
"Die!"
As the word "death" left his mouth, Nalan Jie pointed his finger, and the power of the demigod burst forth from his fingertips, turning into a storm that swept out and submerged the despairing gazes of the thin man and his companions; when the storm dispersed, the thin man and the others had already turned into corpses.
The power of a demigod could instantly kill even three Divine Tribulations.
"Nalan Sect Master, what a skillful display!"
At this moment, a cold sneer suddenly erupted, and the instant the voice dropped, two figures appeared not far in front of Nalan Jie.
