The wind stopped, the fire died out!
The veins on the foreheads of the two Peak Emperor Realm experts who had activated the Domain of the Gods bulged, while cold sweat streamed down their backs.
"I said it already—no one will escape!"
"You two old geezers can die first."
Zhan Taichong's voice was incomparably cold, as though icy blade glints filled every word.
"Martial Granduncle!"
Lin Xuan abruptly stopped, his eyes filled with worry.
Mountains and rivers descended, and the terrifying pressure made even heaven and earth seem to shrink away.
Even watching from afar, Lin Xuan felt the terror of being crushed apart. One could imagine how horrifying the pressure He Xiao and He Xiong were enduring at this moment was.
"Overestimating yourselves. How can mere Peak Emperor Realm cultivators stand against the War God of this age?"
Somewhere within the Thunder Punishment Sect's territory, a young man carrying a saber murmured faintly.
Several Battle Clan Deathsworn followed at his side, their attitudes incomparably respectful.
"Young Master, you will surely attain such divine might in the future."
One of the deathsworn suddenly spoke.
The young man's lips curled up, and the arrogance in his eyes flashed away.
"What happens in the future can wait until the future."
"First, cleanse this region. My cousin Zhan Yunting's Life Tablet has shattered. Most likely, he fell at Lin Xuan's hands."
The deathsworn spoke again. "Young Master Zhan Yunting may have been careless. If that Lin Xuan encounters you, Young Master, there will be only one path for him—death."
The young master the deathsworn spoke of was an heir chosen by one of the Battle Clan's nine branches.
Zhan Yunting was one, and so was the saber-carrying youth before them, Zhan Yunfei.
Zhan Yunfei came from the Battle Clan's fourth branch. Though he