Ling Xiao coldly watched the two figures, lifting his hands gently and making a grasping motion.
The terrifying shadow behind him mirrored the same action.
Two gigantic hands reaching for the sky pursued from behind, the pitch-black gale raged atop the Demon Mountain.
Without the guidance of the blood moon, they had no chance of escaping Ling Xiao's grasp.
"No! No! I don't want to die! I am the prince of the Tianhai Empire! I am the brother of the Skysea King! You cannot kill me, you cannot kill me, I am Prince Ethan Yun!
I can give you wealth and power, I can give you everything!
I have a daughter, she's as beautiful as a flower, I can even marry her to you!"
The imperial martial artist had lost his last shred of courage, like a dwarf crushed under the giant's foot, he could only desperately plead for mercy.
However, Ling Xiao remained silent.
The speed of the gigantic hands was even faster.
