Twelve Martial Saints in total, sixty-three Great Grandmasters.
The formidable warriors accumulated over a century by the Demon God Sect, all slain by Xiao Zheng alone.
Yet his expression seemed somewhat unsatisfied, as if he hadn't killed enough. Although the Demon God Sect had a large number of experts, their true combat abilities were quite subpar, each one fell a rank lower in terms of actual strength.
"Now, it's your turn."
Xiao Zheng's gaze shifted to the palace not far away, a cold smile curling at his lips.
Within this palace, he could clearly sense a powerful aura lying dormant.
Xiao Zheng wore an indifferent expression, stepping on blood as he walked.
Entering the palace, the inside was pitch black, and faintly visible on the high platform stood a tall and robust figure.
"Stop your tricks here and show yourself quickly."
Xiao Zheng said slowly.
But no one answered him at all.
