Ye Long took the Nine Dragons Yang Jue, his eyes burning intensely, his heart racing!
The Nine Dragons Yang Jue, something Ye Long had dreamed of, now finally in his hands!
How could Ye Long not be excited, not have his heart race?
"Boss Ye, please spare us and don't tell the Demon King about this!" The man in the black robe pleaded desperately.
Because they were well aware that if Da Mo found out about this matter, the consequences would be dire, not just losing their lives, but suffering torture!
"Rest assured, I won't tell the Demon King, but..." Ye Long's face darkened, his body exuding a sharp edge, "But I won't spare your lives!"
With those words, Ye Long struck with the Nine Dragons Yin Manual Wind-Condensing Overclouding Palm, and several of those Demon Clan black-robed men turned to ashes!
The situation had reached this point, those black-robed men had to die!
Because if those black-robed men didn't die, they would pose a great threat to himself!
