Killing Without Amnesty

Ling Han didn't plan to ask any more questions. However, perhaps Ding Li'an even knew about the secret of the Nine Kings, and that they were the clones of Empress Luan Xing. Otherwise, how would he dare to take this gamble by himself? If just one of the Nine Kings was still awake, they would be able to respond and unleash power at the consummate level of the Heavenly Body Tier. An elite at the high extreme of the Heavenly Body Tier would be insta-killed by such overwhelming power.

It was best that the secret of the Nine Snake Tribe remained a secret forever.

"Ling Han, it was a grave error not to kill you at that time!" Ding Li'an raised his right hand, which immediately turned as white as jade. In fact, even his skin became transparent, revealing the bones and pulsing veins inside his hand.

"White Jade Murderous Heaven Palm!" the Right Minister exclaimed in a trembling voice.

Gasp!

The color drained from Qu Qiuxue and the other's faces.