Seeing the Heaven-stealing Demon Ancestor, Hong Zhangxing, and the demonic soldiers all become frantic, Tang Qingtian burst into a fierce laughter with a ferocious expression.
"Heaven-stealing old thief! Scared, aren't you! If you kneel and beg for mercy today, I might let you die a swift death!"
His laughter echoed under the sky dome, resounding endlessly, wildly unrestrained.
The Heaven-stealing Demon Ancestor seemed already a dead man in his eyes.
In his own words, there was no one Tang Qingtian wanted to kill that could escape!
The Heaven-stealing Demon Ancestor frowned and vigilantly surveyed his surroundings to guard against other members of Emperor Su's Sect or any Divine Shadows attacking.
Hong Zhangxing asked gravely, "Just you alone?"
Tang Qingtian arrogantly lifted his chin and said, "Naturally, I, Tang Qingtian alone am enough to slaughter you all a thousand times over!"
Madness!
Hong Zhangxing cursed furiously, "Do you dare to face us alone?"