"We are disciples of the Profound Crane Sect..."
The two white cranes shouted in panic, hoping their identity as disciples of the Profound Crane Sect would intimidate this Killing God, but before they could separate, four fists shattered the void and blasted towards them.
"Damn it, if you kill us, the Profound Crane Sect won't let you go!"
The two white cranes desperately tried to resist, but under the assault of four fists, they were as fragile as infants, immediately blown apart in mid-air, turning into a mist of blood and dissipating.
"Is he still human?"
Someone screamed in disbelief, their teeth chattering.
The Little Cyan Flood Dragon King, disciples of the Demon Emperor Sect, were crushed like chickens and dogs, completely powerless to resist—even if a Martial Saint personally acted, it would hardly be more terrifying.
"This is not an Overseas Dragon, but a True Dragon!"
