The Cursed Tribe

"Heh heh!"

Hua Qiang sneered twice, and the Dao Sword appeared in his hand.

The sword was still broken, but it was slightly longer than before, its blade slightly wider. The aura contained within its body was far more powerful than before, and its quality had already vastly surpassed what it once was.

As for what level it had reached now, even Hua Qiang himself was unclear.

You want to perish together with this emperor? You're ugly, yet you dream beautifully.

A streak of sword light flashed past, and the Time Python's head was severed.

Seeing this scene, Zi Furong and the other girls all opened their mouths wide, forgetting to close them for a long while.

It had thoroughly shattered their understanding of the world.

In their eyes, the Time Beast had been irresistible. It had beaten them into a miserable state and even forced them to close their eyes and await death. Yet beneath his hands—no, beneath his feet—it was like a tiny ant, utterly incapable of putting up any sort of spectacle.

He could torment it however he wished, toy with it however he wished. That neck wrapped in hard scales had faced his sword...

The key was that it had been a broken sword, yet it had chopped through it as easily as slicing melons and vegetables.

How could they not begin to doubt their lives?

Just who was this handsome big brother?

And what kind of divine weapon was that broken sword in his hand?

Killed a Peak Level 4 Time Python. Slaughter Points +90000

After absorbing all of the Time Beast's Blood Qi, Hua Qiang had just been about to store the Giant Python's body in his spatial storage when he reconsidered and dismissed the thought.

If he ate the meat himself,