Fan Tianyou’s face flushed red then pale, yet he also knew he was no match for Su Mei, so he could only snort coldly and retreat to the formation.
Su Mei looked at the suddenly appeared Half-Beast Ming Wang, a flash of vigilance in her eyes: “Who are you?”
“Martial List First, Half-Beast Ming Wang.”
Half-Beast Ming Wang spoke flatly, a powerful pressure emanating from his entire body that made even Su Mei feel breathless, “Just now you bullied that kid Fan Tianyou, now it is my turn to play with you.”
Su Mei was shocked in her heart, she had not expected the Martial List First, Half-Beast Ming Wang, to appear at this moment.
But with matters having reached this point, she could only steel herself for battle: “Then let me witness the prowess of the Martial List First!” As she spoke, she once again brought the flute to her lips and played the eerie flute sound.
Yet Half-Beast Ming Wang remained utterly unmoved, his soul power far exceeding that of ordinary people, the flute sound utterly unable to affect his mind.
“Such petty tricks, and you dare to show off before me?” Half-Beast Ming Wang sneered, leaping up and pouncing towards Su Mei.
His speed was extremely fast, in an instant he was before Su Mei, his right hand forming a claw as he grabbed towards the flute in Su Mei’s hand with immense power.
Su Mei was startled in her heart, hurriedly trying to dodge, yet her wrist was firmly seized by Half-Beast Ming Wang.
“Ah!”
Su Mei let out a cry of agony, intense pain transmitting from her wrist as the flute clanged to the ground.
Half-Beast Ming Wang did not stop, his left fist smashing into Su Mei’s chest.
Su Mei spat out a mouthful of blood, her figure flying backwards like a snapped kite string, crashing heavily to the ground, barely clinging to life.
“Good!”
Deafening cheers erupted from halfway up the mountain, the cultivators waving their weapons one after another, faces alight with excited smiles.
“Half-Beast Ming Wang is too formidable! He heavily wounded that female demon cultivator in one move!”
“The Martial List First truly lives up to his reputation! Now the demon cultivators should behave themselves!”
“Slaughter all demon cultivators, reclaim the Divine Capital!”
Wu Hao looked at the Half-Beast Ming Wang standing composed on the battlefield, finally exhaling in relief in his heart.
With Half-Beast Ming Wang and Fan Tianyou present, they finally had the capital to contend against the Soul Devourer Venerable.
Yet the Soul Devourer Venerable’s face grew incomparably grim, a glint of killing intent flashing in his hollow eye sockets.
He had not expected the Martial List First, Half-Beast Ming Wang, to be so powerful, that even his subordinate, the Demon Sound Immortal, was no match.
“It is your turn now…”
Half-Beast Ming Wang turned his gaze to the Venerable.
The Venerable smiled coldly, then pointed towards a mountain peak a hundred li distant.
Everyone looked in that direction, unsure of the Venerable’s intent.
In the next moment, the Venerable suddenly drew his sword, a wisp of sword light flashing past.
Boom!
Under everyone’s gaze, the entire mountain peak instantly shattered, and this was from a distance of a hundred li, a casual sword stroke reducing the mountain to fragments!
After this sword, everyone was stunned on the spot, the very air seeming to freeze.
In particular, Wu Hao, Daoist Wuji, and the others, their faces more grave than ever before!
The power of that sword, there was probably no one present who could withstand it.
And the opponent had unleashed it so casually, just how formidable must his strength be.
Chen Ping’s face also grew serious at this moment, that sword just now, he reckoned he could not achieve it.
Even going all out and using the Dragon Slaying Sword, to shatter a mountain peak a hundred li away, Chen Ping felt he was still a bit short of the mark.
Chen Ping felt somewhat at a loss at this moment.
Before this, he had thought the Soul Devourer Venerable was just so-so, merely a soul body, no matter how impressive, how impressive could it be.
Moreover, he had many means to counter soul bodies.
But now, Chen Ping dared not think that way any longer.
Hu Mazi at his side glanced at Chen Ping and smiled faintly: “How about it? Feeling the blow?”
“Blow my foot, that old codger has lived for how many years, and I’m only this age, if I too cultivated for over ten thousand years, I could blow a breath and make him scatter to the winds.”
Chen Ping rolled his eyes and said.
