"Primordial World, you've become filthy again!"
Kill Fortune Dao Master looked down upon the world and recited divine words, shaking the ages.
The gods carrying blades and weapons stared dumbfounded at this Dao Master whose Dharma aspect stretched without limit. Every one of them felt terrible.
"Fucking hell!"
Cursing without restraint, he roared out his abuse—a defiant struggle against the tremendous ups and downs of divine life.
But if words were useful, what did they need fists for?
Clang!
In the next moment, two killing intents shattered the past, present, and future. They tore through the sky, illuminating the universe and chilling the hearts of all the gods.
There was no need to hide anything.
The Yuantu Sword and the Abi Sword moved side by side, governing the slaughter and tribulations of the world!
In an instant, their sword light swept across the battlefield. Divine beings vomited blood on the spot. Even attaining the Eternal Dao was not enough to rely on; they could not withstand this peerless killing intent. They were knocked into the dust, their blood staining the mountains and rivers.
"Minghe!"
An ancient divine sage roared, his voice splitting the heavens.
It was like a thunderclap, touching some unimaginable taboo. At that moment, no one knew what unbelievable realm this founder of the Great Dao of Slaughter had reached. Simply speaking his name caused Heaven and Earth to shake violently.
Across countless ancient histories and innumerable heavens, uncountable living beings raised their heads blankly. Their hearts trembled. It was the instinctive warning of life, as if a blade had been placed against their throats and had almost harvested them.
A great calamity!
A great crisis!
"Heh!"
With a cold, indifferent laugh, Ancestor Minghe Mo's body moved. He stepped forward, and that overwhelming pressure sublimated in an instant...