Capítulo 1632: Refining Saint Grade alchemical pill

If they had killed Ling Han with that one strike, a rain of blood would have occurred by now.

The 18 Saint Kings were all confused. That had been a fatal attack from each of them, and even if Ling Han had dodged into a Spatial God Tool, his death would've been inevitable. Yet now, it was frighteningly quiet all around them. This was too inconceivable.

Inside the Black Tower, Ling Han was also surprised because these 18 Saint Kings were all completely unfamiliar to him.

Just how many Saint Kings were there in the world?

Ling Han was sure that these Saint Kings had all changed their appearances, and their motive was to leave a way of retreat for them—what if they were not able to kill Ling Han? Then it would be impossible for Ling Han to know who they were. They would still be able to ride on Ling Han's ship, and enter into the Celestial Realm.

"Humph!" He humphed coldly internally. Was there anything so good in this world?