Hei Long, wielding the Mountain-splitting Knife, exuded a fierce aura that would usually leave most people trembling all over, not even daring to look him directly in the eye.
But who was Ye Ling? He was once the Immortal Emperor who ruled over the Nine Heavens. Others always trembled in his presence. Even when he descended into the Yellow Springs and entered the Nine Nether, when had he ever felt a trace of fear?
Roar!
With a loud roar, Hei Long was boosting his own morale and trying to pressure Ye Ling. There was great significance behind this roar.
Hei Long, bellowing loudly, had already mercilessly swung his Mountain-splitting Knife towards Ye Ling's head, his eyes flashing with a ferocious intent and a satisfied expression.
He seemed to have already seen Ye Ling, like a fallen War God, being felled by his own blade, lying in a pool of blood—a tragic sight.
