"Wang Hao, I swear I will kill..."
Li Yunyang opened his eyes, his entire body emanating an aura of killing intent, lightning flickering in his eyeballs.
But before he could finish, Li Yunyang's voice abruptly stopped, his expression turning blank as he stared dumbfounded at the Kula on the ground, or more accurately, the thing beneath Kula that looked exactly like himself.
"Pfft..."
Instantly, Li Yunyang spat out a mouthful of blood, his vitality quickly faded, and he fell into unconsciousness, clearly unable to withstand such a shock.
At the same time, the lightning in the sky gradually dissipated, and Li Yunyang rapidly fell from the sky.
Seeing this scene, a wave of sighs resounded throughout the venue.
"What a pity, the Heavenly Dao's coronation ceremony ended prematurely."
"It's said that if one's mind and spirit suffer a severe blow during the coronation, the ceremony will end early."
