บท 314: 309

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The Golden Crow transformed into the sun, and the sky was filled with golden light that descended, causing the demonic beasts to die instantly.

The beasts fighting within the city walls dropped dead in an instant, leaving the people there somewhat at a loss.

"Is... is it over just like that?" Han Canghai didn't know what to say.

With just a single move, the almighty King Bailong died, and with another, all the demonic beasts perished simultaneously.

Such power was beyond their imagination; even the most powerful martial artists could not possess such ability.

The demonic beasts were strong, but in essence, they were still beasts with inner strength, falling under the category of martial artists; that is to say, King Bailong was at the pinnacle of the martial way.

The ease with which King Bailong was killed meant that to cultivators, martial artists were just a minor dish.