"Bang!"
Just as the Taichu Ancestor was planning to self-destruct his divine soul.
Lu Yuan swung the Dragon Patterned Iron Rod, fiercely smashing it onto his illusory remnant soul.
The weight of one hundred thousand and eight thousand Immortal Divine Mountains erupted violently.
When the Taichu Ancestor was struck by the Dragon Patterned Iron Rod, he finally understood why the Taichu Saint Son had been defeated.
Because this force was too terrifying!
Simply not something an ordinary person could withstand.
Let alone.
The Taichu Ancestor had already reached the point of being at the end of his tether.
Now being struck by the Dragon Patterned Iron Rod, his remnant soul had not even burst apart before it was directly scattered into ashes, completely vanishing in the air!
At the moment of his fall.
A crimson rain of blood suddenly fell from the vast starry sky.
