Duanmu Chao's face was full of fear.

He never expected that a little celestial being who he thought was easy to bully would turn out to be a big iron plate.

Ling Yun ignored him and reached out to grab his neck.

"Do not kill me."

Duanmu Chao said in horror: "I am the legitimate son of the Duanmu family. If you kill me, the Duanmu family will not let you go..." Click! Before Duanmu Chao could finish his words, Ling Yun's palm suddenly exerted force and smashed Duanmu Chao's body.

The neck is broken.

Then, Ling Yun let go of his hand, and Duanmu Chao fell weakly towards the ground.

"I..." Duanmuchao moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

His eyes were full of unwillingness.

He is the legitimate son of the Duanmu family and can enjoy an endless and wonderful life.

As a result, he was so worthless and died in such a remote alley.

Ling Yun's eyes were indifferent, and the Eight Desolate Dragon Flames spurted out from the palm of his hand, directly burning Duanmu Chao's body into ashes.

Such a great living person as Duanmu Chao disappeared from this world.

Then, Ling Yun seemed to have done nothing and continued to search for the underworld energy.

One day, two days, three days... time flies.

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past five days, Ling Yun has searched for almost all the dark energy in this misty ancient city.

Finally on the sixth day, Ling Yun met an ordinary beggar when he was looking for a ghost energy.
Chapter completed!