Chapter 1722

• “Emperor Zhao Feng, please forgive us!” the Saint Moon Aunt Goddess’ expression changed dramatically, and the golden skeleton King’s soul almost flew away from fright.
• “Emperor Intent? How...!?” the expression of the Demonic Dao King went as white as paper. Scorch marks burned across his body, and he seemed to have lost his soul.
• Zhuang Wan’er not far away was completely dumbfounded. In just a short breath or two, the original combination of three Kings had crumbled and surrendered. All of this surpassed what Zhuang Wan’er could comprehend. Seeing the soulless expression of the Grand Elder and the shocked and respectful expressions of the other two Kings, Zhuang Wan’er doubted her own eyes. Were these three still the unreachable Void God Realm Kings?