At that moment, Wang Daniu's eyes flickered with a cold gleam, a deadly aura radiated from him, and overwhelming pressure pulsed in all directions.
The effect reached the surrounding area, stirring everyone's garments as if a storm was brewing, ready to erupt in grandeur.
Even the Great Elder of the Kongtong Sect, a sworn enemy, couldn't help but widen his eyes in astonishment, followed by a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.
"You may be strong, but you must die!"
The Great Elder waved his hand, and the disciples lined up behind him quickly dispersed, rhythmically flying off to various positions.
As the senior sister, Wan Jun took the lead, the Peach Wood Sword in her hand replaced with a dark green sword that emitted an evil presence.
With just one glance, Wang Daniu knew it was no ordinary object, it even resembled the magical treasures described in the Divine Dragon Technique, far surpassing Xuanmen Talismans in its legendary status.
