This powerful force of thunder is more than twice as strong as Xuan Ming of rain.

Lin Tianyou has realized that this guy may be the most powerful among the twelve ancestral witches.

"Step aside?"

The eyes of the Ancestral Witch of Thunder surged with anger.

Apparently he was angered by the arrogance of the Dragon King and the ghosts.

"Dragon Emperor Ghost God, you are the most supreme being in the world, and I had some respect for you back then.

However, one should not be so arrogant as a human being.

You are no longer who you were back then.

With this level of soul power, you are no match for me!"

Lin Tianyou smiled, "Not your opponent?

Sorry, I don't think so. Your thunder power is something, but your overall strength is far inferior to the Demonic Dragon Supreme.

Even the Supreme Demonic Dragon himself can beat me to the point of running away with his head covered, so who do you think you are?

Get out of here immediately, otherwise, I will kill you too!"

The Dragon King Absolute Heavenly Sword in his hand waved casually.

A terrifying sword Qi Pilian fell from mid-air and struck directly on the top of the snow-capped mountain.

Boom!!
Chapter completed!