Just as Kunwu thought he was about to die, a stream of Sky-Opening Sword Qi cleaved apart Luohu's God-Slaying Spear.
Kunwu was also hurled into Mount Sumeru by the collision of energies, but he managed to keep his life.
It was already outrageous that Luohu had killed Five Elements under his nose. If he let him continue killing, what would the Prehistoric Era think of him? Hongjun would not let Luohu have his way.
Luohu was already severely wounded, and the World-Destroying Black Lotus had flown off somewhere. How could he still be a match for Hongjun? He was sent flying in an instant.
"Hongjun!"
Luohu climbed to his feet and roared at Hongjun.
"Luohu, that is enough. Those who commit many injustices will bring about their own destruction. You can no longer stop me!"
Hongjun could not be bothered to waste words with him. Luohu's aura had plummeted and he was seriously wounded. If he did not strike now, then when would he?
"Hahahaha! Hongjun, if you want me dead, you will not have it easy either!"
Rumble!
The entire Western Continent began to quake violently. Hongjun's expression changed at once. He had thought Luohu was already at the end of his rope, yet he had still kept such a move in reserve.
When Luohu had buried the Four Swords of Zhu Xian within the Ancestral Vein, he had already planned his escape route. If he failed, he would drag the entire west down with him.
For a moment, the winds and clouds of the Prehistoric Era changed, and the entire west shook.
"Stop!"
Hongjun was aghast. Luohu had actually detonated the western earth veins.
What an enormous loss this would be to the Prehistoric Era. If he became the final victor, how much Karma would he have to