"I am? You're not worthy to know."
Yang Lingtian looked down at him from above, his gaze cold and utterly devoid of emotion.
"You only need to understand that from the moment you stepped into this room, your fate was already sealed."
Now that he had the upper hand, Yang Lingtian showed no mercy and gave Gu Xuantong no chance to catch his breath.
Within his seemingly delicate body, Chaos Power surged and flowed like a rushing river.
Boom! He struck out with another palm.
This palm held no flashy tricks, yet it was as fast as lightning and as powerful as rolling thunder.
The palm wind howled. The air was compressed by the extreme force, erupting with a shrill explosion.
Gu Xuantong's heart and gallbladder nearly split apart. He could clearly feel the destructive intent contained within that palm.
He wanted to dodge, but his body seemed shackled by invisible chains and could not move at all.
In his haste, he could only let out an unwilling roar, forcibly circulate the remaining Demonic Qi within his body, cross his arms, and raise them before him to block.
"Boom-crack!"
The crisp sound of breaking bones rang out clearly.
Gu Xuantong's arms were snapped as easily as rotten wood, twisted into bizarre angles.
The violent Chaos Power struck his chest without the slightest hindrance.
"Pfft—!"
A great cloud of blood mist, accompanied by shattered organs, sprayed wildly from Gu Xuantong's mouth.
His chest visibly caved inward, forming a terrifying hollow.
His entire body was sent flying again like a torn sack.
He plowed a long trench across the ground as smoke and dust billowed everywhere.
Miserable. Wretched.
Those were the only words that could describe Gu Xuantong's appearance at that moment.
The Demonic Qi around his body had been almost completely