His speed was already fast enough, how could the young man's control over his flying object reach such a level?
With a loud bang, the sword light slashed out, and the head of the Wan Shan Little Demon King burst open, brain matter spraying out, and its huge body tumbling forward, destroying and crushing all the buildings and shops in its path.
The next moment, a divine light burst out from the headless lion body, fleeing swiftly into the distance.
Dragon Soar chased after it like a golden light, instantly cleaving the divine light apart, followed by a scream of agony.
The injured Divine Soul, no longer able to consider any other thoughts, ignited itself in desperation. The Wan Shan Little Demon King panicked, never having felt such terror before, with only one thought in his mind—to survive.
As the Divine Soul burned, his speed surged, even though he might be forever stuck at his current cultivation level, nothing was more important than living at this moment.
Bang!
