"Who else—?!"
Lu Chen faced the many dumbstruck enemies and spoke. His voice echoed throughout heaven and earth.
It was like a heavy hammer, smashing viciously into the hearts of the remaining twenty-odd Primordial Realm experts!
They looked at Lu Chen.
They looked at Lu Chen of the Saint Realm—his body drenched in blood, his chest pierced through, his aura clearly weakened to its absolute limit, yet his spine still held straight.
All around him lay the corpses of numerous Primordial Realm experts.
And the severed head of the Human Elder that had rolled away.
His single eye was wide open, filled with fear and regret from before death.
That had been a mid-stage Primordial Realm expert!
Even with only half his body remaining, he had still been a genuine Primordial Realm expert!
Yet just like that, right before the eyes of more than twenty opponents of the same realm—
He had been slain with a single sword strike!
Clean and decisive!
"Gulp."
No one knew who had swallowed.
The sound was exceptionally clear on the deathly silent battlefield.
Then, as if in a chain reaction—
"Gulp."
"Gulp."
The sounds rang out one after another.
Every Primordial Realm expert's eyes trembled.
They were afraid.
Truly afraid.
This brat was a madman!
A madman who didn't care about his own life!
And then there was that monstrous sculpture in his arms...
Although it seemed completely motionless now, as if it had fallen into a deep slumber—
But what if?
What if it could roar one more time?
The seven or eight fellow cultivators who had just been reduced to ashes were bloody examples!
No one wanted to be next!
"Leave..."
At last, a Mechanical Race expert spoke first.
The Red Light in his Electronic Eye flickered rapidly, and his voice carried