Tens of thousands of golden lights fused with innate Geng Metal Malevolent Energy twisted together and slaughtered toward Ye Zhen's position.
Driven with Jin Zheng's full strength, they were incomparably fast.
Where they twisted and killed, even the air rippled violently as though it were boiling.
At that instant, none of the fighting soldiers dared look toward the place of slaughter, because the baleful intent there had reached its peak.
Forget staring at it—even one glance would shake their souls.
Only Zhang Yide, Qing Lian, and the other Dao Realm experts of the Yidongqing Divine Tree Legion, worried for Ye Zhen's safety, kept their eyes fixed on that slaughtered spot.
At that moment, it was already too late for any rescue.
Yet even Dao Realm experts could not stop tears from streaming down their faces under the stimulation of the innate Geng Metal Malevolent Energy.
In the sky, Jin Zheng could not help giving a smug cold snort.
As the Twenty-First Grand Commander of the Army, he held high rank and great power. After all these years of accumulation, how could he have sat firmly in the position of Twenty-First Grand Commander of the Army without a few trump cards hidden away?
This innate Geng Metal Malevolent Energy was one of his trump-card killing moves.
Even a peak Dao Realm expert would either die or suffer grievous injuries beneath this attack, let alone Ye Zhen, a Half-step Dao Realm expert—or rather, a Dao Realm expert who had only just broken through.
Whenever he thought of how Ye Zhen had actually used him as a whetstone, borrowing their battle to seize an opportunity to break through, Jin Zheng felt an inexplicable sense of humiliation.
Using Jin Zheng as a practice target—wasn't that courting death?
Only after cutting down Ye Zhen in