"We want these two alive," Saint King Mingzhong said, speaking his first words. His voice sounded like the chilling winds howling through ten thousand tombs in the nethermost underworld, biting to the bone.
Furthermore, every single word dealt a violent shock to the hearts and minds of a million Daoist cultivators, instantly stripping away seventy percent of the buffs from Feng Yue's battle chant.
Such is the terror of a Saint King.
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