Chapter 16 Descendants of Great Luo

The elder halted his retreat, stepped forward, and shouted aloud:

"West Sea Dragon Monarch, do not..."

"Die!"

Liang Hui's palm suddenly raised, his fingers outspread, ancient and vast surging upward.

An azure-gold dragon claw pierced through the void, in less than a fraction of a moment, had already pressed onto the elder's body.

Crackle!

Blood splattered, bones shattered, and the soul began to perish.

In less than a breath, the elder was dead, his path extinguished.

The dragon claw loosened, blood-mud slid from between its fingers, and dripped onto the ground.

Liang Hui's look was indifferent, as if he was merely crushing an ant, his emotions unchanged.

What thing dare to waste his time.

He stepped forward, treading over the blood, heading far away, once again beginning to inspect each bridge.

At this moment, the creatures standing afar slowly walked closer, looking down at the blood stains on the ground.