The White Night Spirit King displayed an expression of disbelief.
As an existence of Truth Eighth Rank, the Curse Emperor, the Ultimate Creation: The strongest Spirit King within the White Night Demon Cage—
For millions of years, who has ever dared to slap their own face like this?
When Shen Ye made his move, it was full of scorn, simply standing still, quietly waiting.
——Betting that the other party wouldn't dare to actually strike!
But the other party really did it.
They actually did it!
The corner of the White Night Spirit King's eye twitched as the Power of Truth within him nearly brought the Deep Sea to a boil.
"Scum, who gave you the courage?"
A mad and gloomy strength gathered upon it, converging into a deep shade of darkness.
The reason it hadn't struck yet was that it was pondering which Technique to use that would leave the opponent with enough punishment and torture!
In a breath.
