"You seem quite pleased?"
A calm and indifferent voice echoed over the ruins.
Hong Zeyuan's expression instantly stiffened.
The next moment,
the large hand penetrating his chest suddenly clenched violently.
Boom!
The heart, still beating and steaming, was instantly crushed into a mist of blood.
Immediately afterward,
Qin Zheng's arm shook like a dragon, and the surging mighty force burst forth, instantly shattering Hong Zeyuan's body.
However, the scattered flesh and blood did not fall directly to the ground but quickly gathered together, attempting to reform his body.
At the same time, the Immortal Sword radiating a murderous aura hovered mid-air, its chilling blade light firmly locked on Qin Zheng.
"Hmph!"
Qin Zheng scoffed, his fingers instantly clenched into a fist, as if hammering the void, suddenly swinging out a punch.
Boom!!
Under this punch, the void seemed to shatter like a mirror, cracking densely throughout.