A Taotie Feast!

"Woo-oo, Star of Disaster, Star of Disaster..."

Da Qiang was gravely wounded, his hide split and flesh torn, large patches of scales ripped away, leaving him a bloody mess. Even the dragon sinews and bones within him were covered in fine cracks.

The transformation of Creation carried an excessively high risk of death from backlash.

Yuan Daqiang howled miserably. He truly should never have crossed paths with the Star of Disaster!

From this moment on, Da Qiang understood that his peaceful, comfortable life was gone forever. From now on, every moment would be a desperate, bloody battle.

Chen Fusheng was also gravely wounded. He staggered about and nearly collapsed onto Yuan Daqiang's blood-soaked head, his spirit listless and dispirited.

His hair was disheveled. He seemed to have fallen ill; his vital energy and spirit were utterly drained, his pale face devoid of color, and he could barely breathe.

"Cough, cough..."

Chen Fusheng coughed up blood as he forcibly remained standing, staring at Feng Kan, whose death and destruction were complete!

Chen Fusheng could not help laughing. He had fought to the death and slain a Saint Star Master—such deterrent power was destined to shake heaven and earth and make ghosts and gods weep!

Golden Buddha Child and the others were drenched in sweat. Someone of their own level had just died right before their eyes, beaten to pieces. How could they not panic?

The Saint Star Master from Saint Thunder Star Palace turned and fled, worried that Chen Fusheng could still unleash a fourth hammer!

Feng Kan had died miserably because he lacked a top-tier weapon. As for the treasures they possessed, such as the Golden Crow Mirror and Purple-Gold Alms Bowl—

If that fourth hammer came crashing down, those treasures would probably have a hard time withstanding it.

Golden