At this moment, Zhang Heilu's liver and gallbladder trembled.
Shock and fury mingled.
He wished nothing more than to kill Gray Three.
Gray Three clearly knew Xiao Chen held the Demon Heaven Sect token, yet he still dared to make a move. He was simply audacious beyond all measure.
Above Red Mountain, demonic winds surged, and eerie green mist howled as it swept through all directions, sounding like specters weeping.
Gray Three remained indifferent. He stretched out his right palm and clenched at the sky. Light blossomed between his fingers as a black shadowy blade condensed, its edge like a treacherous sea, swallowing and spitting dark radiance. It was no more than half a meter long, yet shadows flowed from it, phantom-like as a ghost.
Ignoring Zhang Heilu's shouts, Gray Three stepped forward and slashed through the void. Like a specter, he stabbed forward at lightning speed.
Black, tainted clouds surged forth, swallowing heaven and earth, extinguishing the clear radiance as they charged toward the elegant, transcendent handsome youth not far away, devouring the skies and swallowing the land.
Light bloomed in Xiao Chen's palm as he deduced thunder arts. A divine bow materialized. Drawing the bow and nocking an arrow, he unleashed a single strike that shattered heaven. The sea of clouds churned, lightning spread like an ocean, and phantom thunder descended, burning away the eerie power that filled the sky.
Along with the arrowlight, dragon-like lightning erupted, like a galaxy crashing to earth. Bolts shot forth one after another, like endless raging waves churning, intent on exterminating all living things.
The current Xiao Chen had long since been bolstered by countless arts, his foundation as deep as an abyss—Sword Dao, Six Wheels, Jade Serpent Power, Thunder Dao Sacred Art...
Every one of them possessed boundless killing power.
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