Poof—
Luo Yingu's figure fell from the void, a bloody hole in his forehead, his divine soul utterly extinguished, no longer existing in this world.
His corpse had wide eyes, brimming with disbelief, as though even in death he couldn't believe he would fall at the hands of a mere junior.
Meanwhile, the ancient relic from the Luotian Royal Family charged forward, looking withered, small-statured, with only a few strands of hair, yet exuding an unprecedented terrifying divine power. He looked furiously at Ye Chen and slapped out a palm containing the power to annihilate everything, yelling, "Junior, I ordered you to stop, and you dare continue to attack!"
"Who do you think you are, ordering me around? Get lost!"
Ye Chen shouted, wielding the Immortal Sacred Fist to clash with him.
Boom—
Heaven and earth collapsed, void shattered, affecting all directions, the nearby hundred-mile void completely crumbled, overwhelmingly terrifying.
