81 Frightened Out Of One's Wits

As Long Xiaoyue focused her gaze, her expression instantly changed.

According to their information, the Slayer King had sustained severe injuries which were hard to recover from. So how had these injuries nearly fully recovered?

"Hehe... Interesting. This is the first time any Sanctuary disciple has brazenly stood before me!" With a grin, his voice pierced the air.

Swish—

The Slayer King slowly rose.

His body exuded a terrifying Level Nine aura; it was as if a mighty river had surged forth and had shaken everyone to the core.

This was enough to confirm that he had indeed recovered.

The difference in ability between an injured Slayer King and a healthy one was insane! They had never expected that they would have to face him on equal ground.

Long Xiaoyue breathed heavily, her palms filled with sweat!