Five Hundred Springs and Autumns

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"What—what did he do?"

A Yazi warrior stared wide-eyed and muttered to himself, his brainwaves twisting and churning from extreme shock.

"That wormhole—the wormhole was—"

"Impossible! How could a wormhole be destroyed?!"

"That—that was what kind of power?!"

After witnessing Zhang Sanxian destroy the wormhole from afar, this group of Yazi, who had been brimming with killing intent and preparing to take him down, suddenly realized—

that seemingly ordinary man in azure robes in the distance might be far more terrifying than they had imagined.

Zhang Sanxian, meanwhile, could not even be bothered to waste words on them.

He merely turned his head slowly and swept his pale eyes indifferently over the Yazi.

Bzz!

Without any warning whatsoever, dozens of savage bloodlines appeared all over the bodies of the dozen or so five-digit-level Yazi warriors hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Then, one after another, their bodies exploded in an instant, bursting into countless particles of flesh and blood and vanishing soundlessly into the depths of space.

The sole five-digit peak Yazi leader who had not been instantly killed, overwhelmed with terror to the point that his soul nearly fled his body, launched Yazi Transformation without regard for anything else.

But just as the Yazi leader had transformed less than halfway, Zhang Sanxian appeared behind him like a ghost, his back turned toward him in silent stillness.

At the same time, the Yazi leader's violent transformation abruptly froze.

He blankly lowered his head and looked at his chest.

There was a perfectly round hole the size of a watermelon there, already piercing clean through his chest and abdomen.

Through that hole, the Yazi leader could even clearly see