"The Yuan Yang Sect?"
Before the words even touched the ground, a fair palm had stretched across the space and pressed against the elder's head.
Bang!
This meridian-level expert's head immediately exploded.
Blood mixed with skull fragments scattered all around.
Looking again, Liang Hui still stood before the chariot, his expression indifferent, though his palm was now stained with a tinge of blood.
Such a scene sent chills down the spines of most powerhouses, unlike the universally despised Aberrant Cult.
The Yuan Yang Sect was one of the leaders of the righteous paths in this world, yet now an elder had been crushed like an ant.
At this moment, everyone recalled the man before them, who, before establishing the Divine Court, was hailed as an unparalleled great demon of ancient and modern times.
Liang Hui, disregarding the shift in the gazes around him, stepped onto the chariot and stood beside Su Yao.
