The man in the black robe exploded and died!
"The Seventh Prince!"
"The Seventh Prince has fallen!"
"How is this possible... Wasn't the Seventh Prince a Nascent Soul Stage Ancestor? He's actually dead! Could the purple lightning have killed him? But the Seventh Prince has the Saint Bloodline! Even without his cultivation, he still has the Saint Bloodline, making him an invincible existence below the Saints. Who in this world could possibly kill the Seventh Prince?!"
The cultivators in the ancient town stared in shock toward the sky. They saw a sea of purple thunderclouds coalescing into a towering humanoid figure, suspended in mid-air.
"Who are you to dare and slaughter the cultivators of our Beiming Immortal Martial World!" the figure demanded with cold indifference.
BOOM!
An overwhelming aura spread out.
THUD! THUD!
One by one, the cultivators fell to their knees, simply unable to bear such immense pressure.
"This..."
