Boom!!!
An explosion reverberates.
This time.
Yao Zheng blew up on the spot.
Turning into a mist of blood.
Su Chen's brutality, his savagery, was beyond imagination.
Yao Zheng's Divine Soul was completely obliterated by the edge of the Heavy Divine Sword, turned into nothingness.
It was as if Yao Zheng had never been there, not even a corpse was left.
Around them, dead silence.
Even the air seemed frightened into stillness.
Su Chen was too brutal, too strange—he was clearly an Undying and Indestructible being, clearly a God of Slaughter in this world, like the King of Hell himself!
After slaying Yao Zheng, Su Chen grinned with his teeth bared, wiped the fresh blood off his face, and turned his gaze chillingly toward Nangong Jie, Nangong Ao, Feng Sanlin, Wei Lin, Lu Yuanfang, and others.
As he stared, Su Chen's gaze landed on Lu Yuanfang.
To kill, start with the strongest, right?