Silver Moon Venerable exclaimed joyfully, "Did you hear that?"
"Touch even a hair of mine, and you'll be opposing the ancient sages!"
"You will die and your lifetime achievements will turn to dust..."
In response, Jiang Fan's thousand-foot luminous sword swung without hesitation, emitting waves of destructive law that completely enveloped him.
Slash!
Silver Moon Venerable's Dao body, like a black deity monument, was split into two on the spot.
His soul attempted to escape, but was shattered into soul fragments under the impact of terrifying holy power laws.
A bitter scream from the soul level echoed through the heavens and earth.
"Jiang Fan... You will die miserably too..."
Similar enemy curses, Jiang Fan had heard too many, and was already numb.
Yet for some reason, when spoken by Silver Moon Venerable, Jiang Fan felt a strange chill.
As if his curse pulled on the hidden secrets of fate.
