How terrifying!
What kind of cultivation base does this mysterious white-robed youth possess?!
The King of All Paths Dragon, a Fourth-tier Divine Monarch, was like a feeble ant in his hands, utterly incapable of resisting.
Even if all eight cultivators from our Extinct Sky Demon Sect attacked him together, they might not be his match.
The black-robed old man felt a chill as if plunged into an ice cellar, yet he was drenched in a cold sweat.
He secretly guessed that the white-robed youth's cultivation base must be at least at the seventh-tier of the Divine Monarch Realm.
"Damn it, isn't that the King of All Paths Dragon? How did he get captured so easily by that white-robed youth? What kind of Divine Skill is this?"
"Too terrifying! So, this white-robed youth is a reclusive expert."
"Let's get away from here, quickly! If we provoke this expert, we little True Gods won't be able to withstand his fury."
