After wildly laughing, Zhao Fu coldly gazed at the people around him and slowly said with a domineering, condescending, and cruel tone, “This king sentences you all to death!”
Suddenly, Zhao Fu drew the Sky Demon Sword across his palm, causing red and golden blood to flow out onto the sword. Feeling the King’s Blood, the Sky Demon Sword hummed with delight, and its evil aura became even stronger.
Chi!
Zhao Fu stabbed the sword into the ground, and countless traces of Demonic Qi flowed out from the sword before rushing into the ground like streams of water.
The ground started to be dyed black, and in an instant, it formed a 1,000-meter wide circle of darkness.
Zhao Fu coldly laughed and looked at the massive crowds rushing towards him. He raised his bleeding palm, held it out towards them, and softly yelled, “King’s Profoundness – Demon Domain – Ten Thousand Burials!”
BOOM!!