Jiang Shu stood in the void.
All around him were countless broken spaces, and streams of space turbulence tearing through them.
Even some ordinary Daoist Monarchs and Demon Monarchs, if they flew into the sky, could be caught up in it and face life-threatening danger.
But Jiang Shu calmly took a step forward, his expression serene, while the Primordial Power, fused with various Great Daos within him, surged like a great wave beneath the ocean. That recent strike, the Qi Swallowing Vientiane Fist, though astonishing, was also a considerable burden on him, as coordinating and mobilizing the overwhelming Daoist Rules all at once was too immense.
He lifted his gaze, looking down calmly at the completely collapsed Split Stone City.
He slowly spat out a word.
"Kill."
This word "kill" contained endless Slaughter Dao.
The Dao Yun disseminated downwards, empowering the human cultivators underground.
