God-Weeping Ancient Land—the winds and clouds changed color!
The divine might unleashed simultaneously by six Main Gods seemed capable of destroying everything!
An enormous sense of danger descended!
It was suffocating!
Streams of Main God wills intertwined, forming a boundless divine net that sought to catch Chen Xuan in one sweep!
Destruction, Blood River, Fallen, Lightning, Disaster, Hurricane!
The six Main Gods stood in six different directions, their murderous intent surging to the heavens as they brought forth their respective weapons.
Ji Yaoyue gripped her lightning whip tightly, the hatred in her eyes nearly spilling over.
She shouted, "Evil disciple! I'll give you one last chance! Hand over the Sky-Rending Demon Butterfly, then cripple your Human Emperor Dao foundation, and I can spare your life! Otherwise, today your soul will scatter and your spirit will vanish!"
"Though you betrayed your master and destroyed your ancestors, I, Ji Yaoyue, still remember our past bond! Ten breaths! Think it over—this is your only chance to live!"
The six Main Gods were far too wary of the Sky-Rending Demon Butterfly and did not wish to fight to the death.
After all, the current God Realm was far from peaceful...
"A bond between master and disciple?"
Chen Xuan laughed, as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world.
"Rustle, rustle..."
The Sky-Rending Demon Butterfly gently flapped its wings, releasing dreamlike, illusory black mist filled with an eerie, strange aura.
Chen Xuan said coldly, "Ji Yaoyue, did you and I ever have a master-disciple bond? Despicable as you are, you never once left me even half a path to survival! Of course, I've wanted to kill you at every moment too!"
Clang!!!
The Human Emperor Sword in Chen Xuan's hand trembled, erupting with vast and resplendent Sword Intent.
His voice swept through all