Drawing Sword to Slay Golden Crow!

Vivid blood sprayed high into the air, staining even the Divine Moon phenomenon stretching across the sky crimson.

This area was a scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere. Heng Tianen had first been sliced in half at the waist, then his ruined body had exploded. It could barely withstand the edge of the Divine Moon Sword, and even the shattered flesh was burning.

This sword had not only contained Chen Fusheng's Supreme Meridian, but also the material sprayed forth by the Pure Yang artifact. Heng Tianen's Primordial Spirit could hardly bear it and had been reduced to a tattered state.

Yet on this battlefield of destruction, where murderous energy rolled like thunder, Chen Fusheng had walked alone. The sight of him killing Heng Tianen with a single sword was simply too strange and absurd!

"This fucking..."

A powerhouse like Fang Zhong felt cold air spraying from every pore. Where had this ruthless bastard come from? Was he a peerless sword immortal?

"You've got to be kidding me!"

The Fang Family's powerhouses stood dumbfounded. They were utterly incredulous, their bodies swaying. This was too outrageous!

When an overpowered contestant entered the game to seize the Creation, it felt unreal—practically a nightmare!

Lan Haiying covered her mouth with her jade-like hand, her eyes filled with shock. Was this really Heng Tianen, whose conduct had always been domineering? Was this truly the Heavenly Lord powerhouse who had claimed to be a world-shaking figure?

She felt no grief. Heng Tianen had wounded her thoroughly over the years, and since they had no descendants together, his death was even a form of liberation for Lan Haiying.

"Roar..."

Heng Tianen growled low. His Primordial Spirit was still struggling, his eyes filled with venom and anguish.

This was not merely killing him. It was killing his