"You all want the Immortal Divine Bone, right? Take it yourselves!"
Ying Yue laughed loudly, and an overwhelming aura erupted from his body like smoke rising to the sky, suddenly sweeping across the vast sky, pressing down on the Immortals with reckless abandon.
"Boom——"
The aura was so fierce that half of the Immortals staggered back, forced to retreat, their faces changing dramatically, momentarily captivated by the aura emanating from Ying Yue; there was a hint of fear in their eyes as they looked at him.
"Fourth Prince Kurd!"
Ying Yue stood in the void, tall and proud, and his voice boomed like thunder: "Did you not just say that killing Claude was an affront to your Krude Kingdom? Now that he's dead by my hand, why are you still standing there?"
After saying this, he glanced at the other Immortals, his tone mocking: "And what about the rest of you? Weren't you after the Immortal Divine Bone in my hand? Why are you standing around? Come and take it!"
