Yuan Ling’s neck was no longer twisted. It was almost broken. He faced the back of his neck and channeled his energy. His bones crackled and he instantly turned his head.
His neck was almost broken by Cao de and his head was blown off?
He stared at Cao de. How did he become a divine king? He was clearly a great sage. It was too unrealistic to jump so many realms all at once.
Yuan Ling’s aura surged. The energy at the peak of the Divine King realm surged. His entire body was covered in purple clouds. There were trillions of streaks of divine light. If he were in the outside world, he would be tens of times brighter than the Sun in the sky.
Right now, his killing intent was monstrous. His light was everywhere in the stone jar. Purple clouds surged and the light shone. He was like a divine lord that had walked out of a myth. He wanted to split the heavens and split the earth.