Game of Death

Everyone's faces went completely white. This Jiuying was a Sacred Beast, how could they get passed him? His tone was full of infinite resentment. Anyone who had been sealed away for many years would be the same, not to mention a naturally cruel and murderous beast.

"Let's begin." The middle-aged scholar's gaze was full of malice. In his eyes, they were all like ants. They were nothing but playthings to him. He would let them slowly feel their fear, and feel their deaths.

For so many years, the people from the three holy lands had come into the ruins and looked at him as a decoration, like he was only a demon slave that guarded the divine implement. No one remembered that he was the Demon King Jiuying, who had ravaged the Endless Sea.

At this moment, no one in the hall dared to step forward. Everyone was deeply afraid.