"Bang, bang..."
Wang Hao walked out of the sea of fire, his footsteps echoing rhythmically, always as composed as ever.
"How is that possible!?"
An intense look of fear emerged on Mo Xingtian's face, this Heavenly Supreme is absurdly strong, isn't he!?
"Is that your final words!?"
Wang Hao's eyes flashed coldly, the True Qi within him quickly circulated, and with each step he took, waves of Sword Qi surged from the Sword of Sovereign, creating a sword arc in the void.
"This..."
Mo Xingtian's pupils contracted sharply as he saw a cold light rapidly tear through the void, and then he felt a heavy blow as his body flew backward, scarlet blood uncontrollably gushing from within him.
At this moment, Wang Hao's indifferent voice sounded from behind Mo Xingtian, "Truly weak, pitifully so, completely lacking any interest for me!"
"What!"
Mo Xingtian's face was full of terror, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Hao, the Great Demon King, somehow appear behind him.
