Severing the Ghost Emperor's Hand

Heh heh!

Hua Qiang sneered twice.

"What you have is beneath my notice. What I want, you cannot give me. So there is only one ending for you!"

Splat!

With a swing of his sword, Hua Qiang cleaved Hun Wupo into two.

Listening to the negligible Slaughter Points announced in his mind, Hua Qiang felt no change in mood.

He had already grown somewhat numb. Advancing to the Immortal Emperor Realm required an ocean of Slaughter Points.

Hua Qiang cast his gaze toward the heavens. For some reason, a faint unease stirred in his heart.

Reaching out, he seized Hun Wupo's Storage Ring. After examining it, the corners of Hua Qiang's lips could not help but curl upward.

Sure enough, the landlord's son never lacked grain. The things inside made even him burn with envy.

"Beast! You dared kill my son! I will skin you, pull out your tendons, carve you into a thousand pieces, imprison your soul, and roast it with the fires of purgatory for ninety thousand years!"

A muffled boom, like the roar of an ancient beast, shook the entire valley until it hummed.

The void on the horizon seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, collapsing into a pitch-black hole.

A giant hand covered in dark patterns slowly reached out from that profound black hole. Violet lightning coiled around its fingertips, radiating a terrifying pressure as it reached directly for Hua Qiang.

Every hair on Hua Qiang's body stood on end. The aura emitted by that giant hand seemed capable of crushing even his soul.

"Not good, run!"

Terror flooded his heart. Daring not hesitate in the slightest, he spun around, scooped Shiva Valos into his arms, and sprinted wildly toward the mouth of the valley.

Every step he took left a deep footprint