Destroying the Nine-Dragon Formation, Killing the Bronze Heavenly Hall Ruler, He’s Quite Weak

"Now that I'm here, are you mongrels prepared to face your deaths?"

There was a hint of arrogance in those words!

The fate of the Bronze Heavenly Hall was already sealed in that single sentence.

Everyone's expression turned incomparably grim as terror overcame them. Having lived for so many years, this was the first time they had encountered such a frightening being.

That poise he had was something that they could only dream of possessing!

Even the Grand Marshal, who was a battle-hardened warrior, could not help but take a deep breath. He was trying to suppress the feeling of terror that struck him.

Then, he roared, and a silver spear appeared in his grasp with patterns of light radiating from his green armor.

"It's still too early to know that!" the Grand Marshal yelled and immediately thrust his spear into the ground.