Annihilation of the Primordial Soul

"This is impossible... impossible..."

Zhou Ming uttered, his eyes hollow, filled with bitterness and sorrow, the corners of his mouth marked by bitterness.

The Weighted Blade swept across, the peerless sword!

Who could have anticipated that Fang Xiu's sword would completely plunge Zhou Ming into despair?

The proud Square Sky Painting Halberd shattered on the ground.

The terrifying dominance of the sword aura instantly robbed him of his combat power, leaving him dumbfounded.

The might of the Six Paths Tyrant Sword Technique was displayed to its fullest.

Yet, this was only the first move Fang Xiu had recently mastered.

The Six Paths Tyrant Sword Technique was just the beginning, a mere entry-level. However, even so, the overwhelming sword intent left Zhou Ming as if in an icy abyss, his divine weapon scattered, and his arrogance crushed.

Zhou Ming stood frozen on the spot, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

"Spurt—"