"Bang!"
The dragon's head exploded, turning into a dispersed mist of blood across the sky, a truly astounding scene.
"Roar!"
Out of nowhere, a dragon's roar resounded. After all, this was a Demigod level expert; even though its head was crushed, it wasn't dead.
His Primordial Spirit flew out, attempting to escape.
"You still want to run?"
Mo Wangchen sneered coldly, reaching out with his hand. In an instant, the Dao Pattern left by Ksitigarbha in his palm shone with unparalleled brilliance.
"Buzz..."
An unseen force locked the Primordial Spirit of the Ancient clan expert mid-air. His eyes showed terror, not knowing what was happening.
"Swoosh!"
Mo Wangchen waved his hand, instantly summoning his Primordial Spirit.
"You... If you kill me, when the Emperor comes out, he'll definitely wipe out your ten clans!" The Ancient clan expert's eyes held fear; an unseen dreadful force seemed to be entrapping his Primordial Spirit.
