As soon as the Seven Great Martial Kings struck, the air carried an oppressive aura, shocking the entire venue.
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
Many people couldn't withstand this aura, spitting blood from their mouths, their bodies gradually bent by the pressure.
Ordinary people bled from their seven orifices, faces pale, lips turning purple.
Everything around was utterly destroyed, resembling the arrival of an apocalypse.
The saying "Under the Martial King, all are ants" is definitely no joke!
Seeing this, Ye Qingtian revealed a slight smile: "It should have been this way long ago! One move to defeat you all!"
Ye Qingtian stood like a Demon God Venerable in mid-air, exuding an aura of dominating the heavens and earth.
"Killing Forbidden Technique: Heaven-Shaking!"
Ye Qingtian's words were like a divine decree.
In an instant, his body, like a spring compressed to the extreme, released and surged forward.
