บท 607: Chapter 609: Faux Murder

Zhu Minglang sneered.

They had the audacity to speak of the heavens as nothing but a continent with a higher level of cultivation civilization.

If they were of divine level, with their own radiance shining over various continents from within the Realm of the Gods, that would be another story. But a bunch of people whose cultivation base barely fluctuated around the King Level actually had the face to come here and call themselves gods??

Are there gods as weak as this?

"You're more like a bunch of frogs in a well. It's pointless talking to you. Having dealt with one, there are still eight of you left. I hope you can at least make me break a sweat," Zhu Minglang stood at the top of the pavilion, stretching out his hand and calling forth his dragons.

The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon, the Azure Phoenix Green Phoenix Dragon, the Sword Spirit Dragon.