Chapter 1183 - 1132 – - 1133 Domineering King Lei: The First Fallen Powerhouse
When he forged a supreme reputation with the bones of these vanquished Demon Kings, making many powerhouses of the Demon Race tremble at the news, Pang Hong suddenly began to understand his master’s past status.
Thinking back to Pei Xuanjing of those days, rising from a Mortal, defeating countless opponents, and constructing an invincible path with the bones of many powerful beings.
Now, apart from the Demon Race, there were virtually no opponents for Pei Xuanjing among the human race, not because Pei Xuanjing had changed his personality, but because all the strong ones who had become his enemies had turned into bones beneath his feet.
At this moment, Pang Hong finally realized the difference between Cultivators with the backing of their Sect elders and Independent Practitioners, and why those Independent Practitioners harbored dissatisfaction and even a hint of disdain.
Invincibility is fought for, not bragged about; only a reputation forged by oneself can earn the respect of the strong.
"Ga ga ga, Little Thunder King, don’t try to scare this King!" A strange cry echoed from all sides, as if surrounded.
"Hmph, merely those who play tricks and masquerades, not worth mentioning," Pang Hong frowned slightly, huffed coldly, and the divine sword at his waist was drawn.
The sky-high killing intent instantly sliced through the universe, and the sound of the sword’s cry rose; countless sword shadows densely filled the air, and numerous sword Qi slashed out, directly tearing apart space.
A disheveled figure appeared in front of Pang Hong, a Supreme Strong Demon King from the Demon Race.
He had never expected that his reliance on a secret stealth technique could be so easily broken by his opponent, making his complexion turn gloomy.