Haotian, Can You Handle This Game?

"Hahahaha!"

"Magnificent! This is the kind of method the Heavenly Dao should possess!"

Xing Tian showed not the slightest sign of retreat.

He stomped fiercely, and his tens-of-thousands-of-zhang Ancestral Witch True Body shot into the sky like a cannonball, charging straight at the nine thunder dragons.

No magic treasures, no divine abilities.

Only the purest flesh and the most primal violence!

Bang!

Xing Tian crashed headfirst into the swarm of thunder dragons. His hands clamped down like iron pincers, gripping one thunder dragon's horns with deadly force.

"Break for me!"

Xing Tian roared. The muscles in his arms bulged high, and the dark golden Demon Patterns erupted with blinding light.

Riiip!

Before the horrified eyes of all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness, that thunder dragon, carrying the might to destroy the world, was forcibly torn in half by Xing Tian!

Purple lightning plasma rained from the sky, striking Xing Tian's body with sizzling crackles.

Yet the lightning that could destroy a Quasi-Saint could not even pierce Xing Tian's skin, leaving only faint white marks across his body.

"Hiss—"

"A monster! He's simply a monster!"

"Tearing apart a world-destroying thunder dragon with his bare hands? That physical body is probably no weaker than Ancestral Witch Dijiang's was back then!"

The great experts of the Primordial Wilderness watched the savage, bloody scene within the Mystic Light Mirror. Their scalps tingled, and cold sweat poured down their backs.

At last, they recalled the terror of those days when the Witch Clan had ruled the earth.

That unreasonable aesthetic of violence, capable of smashing everything apart with nothing but a pair of fists, was simply too shocking!

However.

The Heavenly Dao Will was, after all, the supreme authority of the Primordial Wilderness.

Although Xing Tian had torn one thunder dragon apart, the remaining