This scene was like a giant from ancient times gripping a tiny ant, ready to deliver a wrathful judgment.
As expected, His other hand lifted, fingertips like a blade!
Jizi Chuan's face was covered in blood, but he managed a faint smile.
Lu Shu's Ancestor raised her head, and the broken blade that had been knocked away was falling straight down, its mark slicing through space and time!
She indifferently flicked her hand, and the roaring Sword Qi blasted away the broken blade.
Just at that moment, Jing Ci once again extended his thumbs and index fingers, joining them together.
The sound of the air breaking rushed forward, and Lu Shu's Ancestor instantly arrived and grabbed his throat.
Magnificent golden light erupted like molten lava!
The Azure Dragon Chant and Candle Mountain Kui entrenched in the sky roared at the heavens, emitting a dying lament, flickering towards extinction.
Because Lu Shu's Ancestor's eyes had completely turned pale, softly intoning an ancient syllable.
