Slaughter Shang!
The dim sword light was unstained by even a trace of blood. Within it, Xiaomang Old Ancestor's body continued to tremble.
"Ahhh!!!"
"Fu Shang! Fu Shang!!"
"What kind of sword is this? What kind of sword is this?!"
Within the sword light, inside the massive corpse of a Pan Ao, three Yuan Dan kept leaping about, letting out agonized, horrified screams.
His heart was filled with despair and disbelief.
The Innate Lunar Sword had been refined by him for tens of thousands of years and was his ultimate trump card. Even a Divine Emperor-grade Soul Weapon could not have broken it so easily.
Yet, even three against one had been destroyed by Fu Shang's single sword strike!
He could not believe it!
Xiaomang Old Ancestor was in unbearable agony.
He was not dead yet. At the very least, his Pure Yang primordial spirit had not died.
But he wished he could die right then!
Because his Pure Yang primordial spirit had been sliced into three portions and sealed inside the Yuan Dan.
That sword qi was simply too fierce. Every moment, his primordial spirit endured torment a hundred times worse than being cut to pieces alive!
"Xiaomang Old Ancestor couldn't even withstand a single sword strike!"
The old gods of the various divine clans of the Western Wasteland all changed expression.
Even the few old gods who had already recognized the terrifying power of Fu Shang's strike found it hard to believe.
Even if Xiaomang Old Ancestor was already in his twilight years, he was still a God Marquis!
Yet his body had been so easily slain and hung in the sky.
It shook every divine clan and every old god.
Unrivaled beneath heaven!
Having slain Xiaomang Old Ancestor with one sword strike, no one on this ancestral