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Chapter 1220

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Grab Firmly

"You didn't see wrongly, I'm just a peak Grade 3 Human Supreme."

Nodding his head, Ning Yue answered.

"Hahaha!"

Wang Song seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.

He first threw his head back and laughed wildly, then said sinisterly, "A peak Grade 3 Human Supreme actually dares to speak to me like this, really tired of living."

"Ning Yue, what's the point of talking crap with him? They're great tonics."

Being bullied by Wang Song and Zhao Yong earlier made the Dark Sovereign very furious in his heart.

The Dark Sovereign did not wish to waste time. He only had one thought in his heart, and that was to kill Wang Song and Zhao Yong, then devour them!

Although devouring Wang Song and Zhao Yong had no way of advancing to Grade 4 Human Supreme, his strength would ultimately increase a little.

Reaching the Dark Sovereign's level, every bit of increase in strength was very difficult.

Now that there was a chance, the Dark Sovereign naturally would not let it go.

"Great tonics? Indeed an arrogant dog! "

Hearing the Dark Sovereign's words, Wang Song's brows raised up and he said sinisterly, "Today, I'll let you all know that there's always someone better, and heaven beyond heaven!"

At the same time the cold snort sounded out, Wang Song tore open the void and tunneled in.

"The current me has already recovered to my peak state. It's already unrealistic for you to want to bully me like just now. Our identities should be swapped."

Regarding Wang Song entering the void, the Dark Sovereign did not take it to heart.

One-on-one, the Dark Sovereign did not fear either Wang Song or Zhao Yong!

Crack!

You tear open the void, I'll similarly tear open the void.

The Dark Sovereign tunneled into the void, wanting to find trouble with Wang Song.

Whoosh!

However, the Dark Sovereign had just tunneled into the void when his expression changed drastically.

Because the Dark Sovereign discovered that Wang Song had already gushed out of the void since god knows when, arriving in front of the Sword Of Evil.

Smack!

Grabbing the Sword Of Evil's shoulder fiercely with his right hand, Wang Song said viciously, "Damn dog, trash Grade 3 Human Supreme, I urge you guys better come over and kowtow a few times to me. Otherwise, I'll cripple him!"

Crack, crack.

While talking, Wang Song's palm exerted a little force, pinching the Sword Of Evil's shoulder until it gave off cracking sounds.

"Zhao Yong, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and take control of Ding Cheng and the others!"

Wang Song said while controlling the Sword Of Evil.

"I don't need you to teach me what to do."

Zhao Yong had yet to walk out of the shadow of being defeated by Wang Song. He said coldly, "Ding Cheng and the rest belong to you. It has nothing to do with me."

"Fool!" Wang Song berated, "If you don't want to die, you'd best do as I say."

"I won't die even if I don't do as you say."

Zhao Yong did not take Wang Song's words to heart in the slightest. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and said indifferently.

In Zhao Yong's view, Ning Yue was only a Pinnacle Grade Three Human Sovereign, and his strength wouldn't be that strong.

But the Dark Emperor's strength was very formidable. As long as the Dark Emperor and Wang Song exchanged blows, both sides would surely suffer heavy losses.

Under the premise that both sides were injured, he could easily gain control of Ding Cheng and the others.

"Hehe."

Thinking about how he would be able to advance further after devouring Ding Cheng and the others, Zhao Yong even felt a little excited and could not help but laugh out loud.

"Who says that you won't die even if you don't do as he says?"

A nonchalant voice sounded out beside Zhao Yong's ear.

"That's right … No, wait! It's you! "

Zhao Yong nodded his head subconsciously and answered.

However, his voice had just said halfway when Zhao Yong's eyes widened, his right hand hurriedly blasting out.

Ning Yue!

No idea when, Ning Yue already arrived in front of him.

In Ning Yue's hands was a blood-red flying sword. On the sword body, thick essence energy pulsed continuously.

Slash!

Zhao Yong wanting to block at this time was clearly already too late.

Ning Yue swiftly brandished the Red Fiend Sword in his hands, stabbing viciously into Zhao Yong's heart area.

In order to be able to kill Zhao Yong in one move, not only did Ning Yue pour all of his essence energy into the Red Fiend Sword, he even wrapped the strength of initial-stage Grade Eight soul force around the Red Fiend Sword.

Ample preparation, formidable strength.

With these two prerequisites, Ning Yue stabbed the Red Fiend Sword into Zhao Yong's heart very effortlessly.

"Ahhh!"

Sensing the horrifying devouring power emitting off the Red Fiend Sword, Zhao Yong could not resist crying out wildly, "Wang Song, save me! Quickly save me!"

In order to survive, Zhao Yong completely forgot the arrogance and disdain earlier, pinning his hopes on Wang Song.

"Damn it."

Wang Song's expression flickered incessantly.

Honestly speaking, he had confidence in dealing with Ning Yue in the beginning. But seeing Ning Yue's horrifying offensive, he instantly lost confidence.

Furthermore, apart from Ning Yue, there was still an Dark Sovereign eyeing covetously.

Save Zhao Yong?

You have got to be kidding!

Wang Song firmly remembered one point, as long as he controlled the Sword Of Evil, Ning Yue would not dare to do anything to him!

"Wang Song, I won't let you off even if I become a ghost!"

Seeing Wang Song's cold and gloomy expression, Zhao Yong nearly despaired.

"Become a ghost? You can't even become a ghost. "

The corners of Ning Yue's mouth curled up. His wrist shook, and he directly brought out the Myriad Ghosts Holy Flag.

Whoosh!

A soul swept out from inside the Myriad Ghosts Holy Flag, tunneling into Zhao Yong's sea of consciousness.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Following that, two streaks of cold light flew out of Zhao Yong's sea of consciousness, entering the Myriad Ghosts Holy Flag once more.

Thud!

On the other hand, Zhao Yong's two eyes rolled back, falling straight to the ground.

"Can't waste it."

The Dark Sovereign had sharp eyes and nimble hands, hurriedly rushing out, two claws grabbing Zhao Yong's shoulders, and flying to other places.

"Brat, where did that damn dog bring Zhao Yong to?!"

Although he said that he did not care about Zhao Yong's life or death, the current situation, Wang Song still had to inquire.

"Relax, it'll be your turn in a while."

Ning Yue's voice was still very calm as he said, "The two of your fates were already destined from the moment you guys opposed the Dark Sovereign."

"Want to kill me? Hahaha, I have your weakness in my hands, what right do you have to kill me? "Wang Song laughed wildly and said," As long as you dare to approach me half a step more, I'll send him to the Western Paradise! "

Whoosh!

Right at this time, the Dark Sovereign flew over from afar alone.

"Damn dog, where's Zhao Yong?!"

Seeing the Dark Sovereign return alone, Wang Song said in a cold voice, "If you dare to kill Zhao Yong, Elder Fang definitely won't let you off!"

"Elder Fang? If I didn't guess wrongly, it should be that person being besieged in the void, right? "Ning Yue said coolly.

"Humph! Good that you know. Give you guys a word of advice, best not act rashly without careful consideration. Otherwise, Elder Fang will send you guys to hell! "

Wang Song said in a cold voice, as if he had a well-thought-out plan.

"Delicious, truly delicious." The Dark Sovereign stuck his tongue out, licked his lips, stared at Wang Song with a scorching look, and said, "That guy just now was too skinny and weak, not even enough to fill the crevices between my teeth. You're not bad, rather fat. You should be able to let me eat my fill."

"Y-Y-You … You ate Zhao Yong?"

Wang Song's eyes opened wide, a look of horror written all over his face.

Zhao Yong was the same as him, both peak eighth-grade human supreme.

Although his strength was a little stronger than Zhao Yong's, it could virtually be ignored.

Now, even Zhao Yong was devoured. One could imagine, his outcome would not be much better either.

Thinking up to here, Wang Song grabbed the Sword Of Evil firmly, not daring to relax in the slightest.

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