"Killing you is nothing, why should I explain?"

Meng Zhengyang stared at the black hole and said in a cold voice.

"Lies of the Immortal Demon Palace are forbidden from using the skill avatar here!"

The black hole suddenly shrank and disappeared, and a sleazy-looking old man fell out of it.

The scrawny, skinny old man looked shocked and astonished, and his body bore the marks of being burned by lightning.

"A sealing formation, words become law..."

He seemed to remember something, and suddenly looked up at Meng Zhengyang, his words filled with fear.

"You, your methods are so reminiscent of that Forbidden Life Master under Chen Yanwang!?"

"No, no, this can't be right. Didn't you all perish in the Ten Thousand Saints Mountain Range of Spirit Realm No. 117?"

Meng Zhengyang was somewhat surprised, "Your Immortal Demon Palace actually knows so much information. It seems you went to great lengths back then..."

Meng Zhengyang's words essentially confirmed his identity.

The thin old man suddenly looked at Meng Zhengyang, "Are you really that Forbidden Fate Master?"

Whether it is or not, it has nothing to do with you anymore.

Meng Zhengyang waved his hand, "The lackeys of the Immortal Demon Palace are not allowed to live here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thin old man struggled desperately as if someone had grabbed his neck, but to no avail.

His already shriveled and thin body was completely drained, leaving him as a withered corpse.

It looks like dried monkey meat.

Chen Chu is alright, but Uncle Meng's strength has always been a mystery.

So he wasn't particularly surprised.

However, Meng Zhengyang's move left the professors from Lin'an University and the agents from the Ministry of Security completely dumbfounded!