Chen Yuan reversed his hand and put away the Jiao Dragon inner pill, then his gaze slowly settled between the horns of the old Jiao Dragon, with eyes carrying a chill.
There was a small pool of meat mush mixed with fine fabric scraps.
The middle-aged man, whose name was unknown, was blasted into pulp following the Divine Splitting of Qian Yunzi, becoming a sacrifice in the clash between two legends, without even having time to regain self-awareness.
Afterward, Chen Yuan looked up at the shattered sky, which was colorful, beautiful yet dangerous.
He had just sensed a powerful aura rushing this way from the chaos. After he beheaded the middle-aged man and his mount, Jiao Dragon, a roar of fury echoed from the depths of the chaos, and that terrifying aura vanished without showing itself.
That must be Qian Yunzi's true form!
