Before the three great Yao Gods could think it over, Qin Mu charged at them again, Grass Sword in hand.
Boom!
With one step, he shattered the void. Wherever Grass Sword pointed, the laws of heaven and earth gave way.
As he raised his sword, his magical power surged like a river.
Whoosh!
In the next instant, a streak of Sword Qi, bright as a silver ribbon, tore across the sky and swept toward Ying Zhao and the other two great Yao Gods.
The three Yao Gods' pupils contracted in shock.
With no time to think, they hurriedly unleashed their respective divine abilities to defend themselves.
Boom, boom, boom...
Amid earth-shaking explosions, the great halberd Ying Zhao held snapped in two under the force of Qin Mu's sword.
Ji Meng and Fei Lian's attacks crumbled inch by inch on impact. Under the barrage of sword force, both of them spat blood and were sent flying backward.
The mighty beings of the Primordial Wilderness watching the battle were all stunned by the sight.
"What?"
"So powerful!"
"Those are the Demon Race's three great Yao Gods!"
"This man's strength is downright ridiculous!"
"When did such a mighty being appear in the Primordial Wilderness?"
"..."
At Wuzhuang Temple.
Zhenyuanzi couldn't help feeling invigorated at the sight.
"Well done!"
He sprang to his feet, excitement blazing in his eyes, his fighting spirit surging!
Whenever he thought of how the Demon Race had driven Hong Yun to blow himself up and die, resentment filled Zhenyuanzi's heart.
Why not go watch such a great battle up close?
Suddenly, the thought came to him.
He knew full well that Qin Mu was so powerful that the Demon Race's three great Yao Gods couldn't fight back.
The Demon Race would certainly not let this go. More of its