"If you don't hand over the Wind-controlling Sword, everyone in your Purple Cloud Palace will be dead!"
Chen Nan stood in mid-air, wielding the God Beating Whip, surveying the disciples below and the more than ten elder experts around, a killing aura surged to the sky.
The disciples with weaker cultivation were already suffocating under the oppressive killing aura of the Demon Whip.
Even the more than ten elder experts in the air had grim expressions, their eyes fixed intently on Chen Nan, not daring to make a rash move, feeling a strong sense of death coming from the Demon Whip.
The souls claimed by this Demon Whip were beyond count.
"You brat of an ancestor, stop being so arrogant, the thousands of disciples of Purple Cloud Palace could drown you with a mouthful of spit from each, yet you still don't surrender, what are you waiting for!" Realizing the opponent was not from the Kuang Clan, Lin Zi Yang had no more concerns.
