Facing Ying Zheng's chilling killing intent, Wang Yan likewise looked at him calmly and said, "You're barely worth me making a move once."
Hearing this, Ying Zheng gave a cold snort. The corner of his mouth lifted, revealing murderous intent.
Since he had decided to kill, Ying Zheng would no longer hesitate. His right palm lifted, five fingers clawing toward Wang Yan, and a palm formed from Divine Power grabbed toward Wang Yan.
It was not a Soul Skill, not a Magical Treasure, just an ordinary grab.
Seeing this, Wang Yan's heart relaxed slightly.
So it seemed Ying Zheng had no idea of his true cultivation.
After all, unleashing Divine Power was a fatal attack for any Demon Cultivator below Demigod.
But for Demon Cultivators above Demigod, it was extremely commonplace and could be dodged at will.
In a fit of rage, Ying Zheng should be using his most reliable strike. Yet he merely used a Divine Power grab—clearly he still believed his target was only a Demon Venerable.
