Arrival of Heavenly Venerate

Ling Han moved like a tiger that had rushed into a flock of sheep. With every punch, a Foreign Realm Celestial King would be killed.

Simple and violent.

The Celestial King Tier elites were actually like helpless lambs, completely incapable of fighting back?

Everyone's scalp turned numb at this. It was as if Ling Han had become a Ninth-Heaven-level great demon, killing or sparing as he liked, with everything under his control.

The Celestial Realm's Celestial Kings were all rueful. Who would have expected this moment? Ling Han had definitely been deliberately holding back, and waited until enough Kings of the Foreign Realm had come to finally brandish his butcher's knife.

Thus, this was locking the gates and beating up the dog, a complete massacre.

No one could stop Ling Han. He was the master of this world. Unless a Heavenly Venerate interfered, or a Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate arrived, who would be able to become his match?

Die! Die! Die!