"For you to have the honor of me personally taking action, you can go to your grave with a smile."
Ignoring the horrified and despairing expression on 'Lu Yuan's' face, the ancestor of the North Cold Sect slightly moved his Divine Thought.
Lu Yuan immediately exploded, transforming into a rain of blood that stained the sky red.
For the sake of caution.
The ancestor of the North Cold Sect unleashed a vast Divine Thought, sweeping through the entire Secret Realm like a storm once again.
At that moment.
Whether they were disciples of the North Cold Sect or other demonic cultivators, their bodies all exploded, leaving no survivors!
After doing all this.
The ancestor of the North Cold Sect had not yet withdrawn his Divine Thought when he suddenly groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as if he had suffered some severe injury.
His aura also plummeted dramatically, becoming instantly dispirited and lethargic.
