Trample! Middle-aged Man

"Ah! My head, my head!"

Zhan Tianyan plummeted into the abyss, yet still refused to die. He roared wildly for his own head. With half his head missing, his thoughts fell into momentary chaos.

Then, Great Dao laws surged from the severed half of his skull, weaving together as they tried to reform his complete head.

However, Ling Xiao gave him no such chance. He charged forward mercilessly, his feet stamping violently through the void. With every step, Great Dao symbols rippled out, carrying unparalleled power.

The force made Zhan Tianyan scream incessantly. His flesh cracked apart, and even the time it took to reform his head slowed.

Crack!

Ling Xiao immediately followed up with another strike. He reached out and seized Zhan Tianyan's body directly, powerful mana flooding into the other man's body to destroy his foundation and refine his origin.

"Ling Xiao! I am the heir of the Ancestor of War—you cannot kill me!"

At once, Zhan Tianyan let out a terrified shriek and roared madly. For the first time ever, fear appeared in his eyes. He was truly beginning to panic.

It was the first time in his life he had encountered such a situation.

"Trash. And you still have the nerve to say special physiques are just a fig leaf?"

Ling Xiao sneered, his eyes brimming with mockery. A special physique was at least one's own ability—far better than knowing nothing but how to cry for one's father.

The powerful experts watching from the sidelines had already been dumbstruck. The battle was earth-shaking and dazzling as a shooting star, and everything had happened far too quickly.

The heir of the Ancestor of War was now being trampled beneath the feet of some brat from the lower realm, on the verge of begging for mercy.

"Zhan Tianyan