Until the flames dispersed.
Yang Luo was standing quietly in mid-air, completely unharmed.
All around, void caves exploded open, and countless pitch-black cracks spread in all directions.
As for the nine kings of the three great demon clans, not one was left.
So, when dealing with these guys, Yang Luo didn't even use his real killing moves.
After all, he needed to conserve his strength to kill more of the main forces of the seven great powers.
"Dead... All nine kings were slain by this kid in less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn, it's like slaughtering pigs and dogs!"
"This kid is terrifying, too powerful, like he was born for battle, just like the reincarnation of an ancient War Immortal!"
"To suppress this kid, perhaps only a Taiyi Xuanxian might succeed; no matter how many Daluo Golden Immortals there are, they can't do anything to him!"
The onlookers in the distance were all shocked, their gaze at Yang Luo filled with awe and admiration.
