In the void.
A Divine Fire tore through the space and appeared, then transformed back into Nanyang Ling's body.
"Ziyun Clan... Ziyan Sheng, I will never be reconciled with you!"
He roared to the sky, his face wild and terrifying.
The other truly deserved to die.
He had shown no hostility, merely said a word, when he was slapped to the point his body was destroyed, forced to flee in panic.
This kind of humiliation, if not avenged, can't be washed away.
But considering the strength displayed by that person, the killing intent in Nanyang Ling's heart cooled a bit.
"When did the Ziyun Clan produce such a strong figure, never heard of before? Could it be they're aiming to rise atop the Divine Mandate Platform with this chance?"
His mind turned.
To slap away his flesh with no chance to resist, such strength is already reaching the Divine King level.
With a Divine Realm Body, wielding Divine King level power, such a figure is truly a Heavenly Pride.
