Xuanyuan Moxie's eyes opened: "Kill!"
The next second, the void around Yan Kun shattered.
Shadows of ten elders appeared.
Any one of these ten elders held an aura that was absolutely unmatched under the heavens.
Yan Kun halted his steps; he knew this would be a tough battle.
It seems that what the Eternal Sacred King said was correct, the peripheral elders he slaughtered might not be strong, but the real power of the Heavenly Dao Palace lies with the people in its deepest core.
Like the ten people before him.
The ten people's murderous intent solidified, without any nonsense, they launched their attack directly!
An endless silhouette of swords devoured Yan Kun.
Instantly, wounds appeared all over Yan Kun's body.
He even started to bleed.
Just how terrifying must the power be to make a member of the Qiankun Race bleed!
Yan Kun glanced at his wounds, his eyes narrowed, and he roared: "I, Yan... Pangu, fear no enemy!"
