At this moment, the killing intent in Chu Zheng's heart had been completely aroused. As he now knew, Fu Pinglan had always been the catalyst for many upheavals.
If this fuse could be severed early, the Great Universe could at least have an additional five hundred years of peace!
"Ridiculous, what fault do I have?!"
Fu Pinglan sneered coldly, the golden patterns on the Tao Tribulation Stick in his palm glowing more brilliantly as he smashed it down:
"Die!"
Chu Zheng rose into the air, the Tao Sword in his hand resounding with a metallic hum as he raised his sword for a horizontal slash, his eyes showing not a hint of hesitation.
Since his divine skills could still operate at this moment, he must now have the opportunity to kill Fu Pinglan.
Clang——
The sound of metal clashing erupted.
