As Zhou Qing's words fell, he raised his hand, and the clouds surged violently. Countless purple-gold thunderbolts struck down like divine punishment!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Xuanyuan Chong's primordial spirit twisted and struggled amidst the thunder and lightning, letting out heart-rending screams.
The body of the seven-colored primordial spirit disintegrated continuously under the bombardment of the purple-gold thunderbolt, and each strike would blast open a hole in his primordial spirit, revealing the flickering core of his soul.
"Zhou Qing! How dare you kill me, the Xuanyuan family will never rest until we destroy each other with you!" The primordial spirit let out a hysterical roar, but its voice grew increasingly weak.
Zhou Qing watched all this indifferently, a mocking smile on his lips: "Are you senile? Is there anyone left in your Xuanyuan family..."
Before the words finished, the last thunderbolt, as thick as a water barrel, struck fiercely.
