"Chu Tian, die!"
At that moment, Shen Ming's furious roar resounded.
After entering the Demonic Secret Realm, his first reaction had not been to answer Mo Feng. In Shen Ming's eyes, Mo Feng was merely a young junior.
His eyes were locked tightly on Chu Tian. Within his blood-red pupils, the image of Chu Shenyou nailed to the city wall seemed to surface again and again.
After such a long pursuit, he had still failed to kill Chu Tian. The accumulated, terrifying killing intent was driving him mad.
There was only one thing in his mind—kill Chu Tian and avenge his son.
Gods blocked him, he killed gods; demons blocked him, he killed demons.
He raised his hand and threw a punch.
There was no flourish in that punch, no probing, no restraint.
The Origins of five Mythical Great Daos gathered around his fist. The Chaos Dao suppressed all things, the Killing Great Dao tore apart all things, the Destruction Great Dao annihilated all things, the Qingtian Great Dao propped up all things, while that mysterious Great Dao shrouded in golden light was like a sleeping behemoth suddenly opening its eyes.
Golden radiance gathered around his fist. Within that light were reflected the phantoms of the Chaos God Clan's ancestors through the ages, as well as the mountains and rivers of the Qingtian Divine Realm.
Wherever his fist passed, the void of the Demonic Secret Realm collapsed in swathes. Demonic mist surged and burst like raging waves.
The secret realm's void shattered outright.
Though this secret realm had become incomparably precious because of the Heaven-Reaching Great Demon and brought endless benefits to the Devil Race, at its root, it was still an ordinary secret realm. Naturally, it could not withstand the might of Shen Ming's punch.
The demonic qi drifting