The rich aroma of blood permeated the starry sky, as the green-faced man's body gradually twisted and expanded, transforming into an enormous demon form.
Qin Zheng calmly withdrew his hand, then reached out to grasp the Purple Lightning Hammer nearby. His five fingers clenched tightly, suppressing the surging thunderous force within it with the Sword Intent of the Zhu Xian Sword.
A divine artifact of the Tao Realm, a creation-level Divine Weapon.
It was indeed a fine item, but thinking it alone could exchange for the Zhu Xian Sword and Haotian Mirror in his possession was pure folly.
A cold gleam flickered in Qin Zheng's eyes, and he turned his gaze forward once more. As a Great Demon of the Mixed Yuan Infinite realm, naturally, its head being crushed would not result in its immediate demise; this was no more than a mere deterrent.
