Old Man, Die for Me!

"Kill!!!"

A sharp shout rang out like the Dao voice of heaven and earth, echoing through the sea of stars and the sea of lightning, resounding across the starry sky.

Purple divine lightning from Chen An's Saint King Tribulation coiled around him. Hundreds of millions of lightning arcs surged and churned along his fists and arms as the laws of lightning and the power of the Saint King Realm he had just broken through to erupted completely.

Rumble rumble rumble!!~~

Ten thousand bolts of lightning roared. Tribulation clouds spanning hundreds of millions of miles churned madly, endless thunderclaps booming without cease. Purple lightning filled the sky like a raging tide—one half poured down upon Chen An, while the other half swept violently toward Sikong Wuya, seeking to suppress him.

Just as Sikong Wuya was about to turn and flee again, his expression changed at the sight of the hundreds of millions of lightning bolts rolling toward him.

He had not expected that Chen An, having only just entered the Saint King Realm, could actually draw upon the still-unformed Saint King Tribulation to launch an attack?!

"Insolence!!!"

Sikong Wuya's face turned ashen. Seeing that escape was impossible, Saint power boiled throughout his body. With a wave of his hand, a terrifying saber light slashed toward the countless lightning bolts.

Boom!!~~

Blazing radiance surged within the sea of lightning. Sikong Wuya truly deserved his title as a Half-step Quasi-Emperor Realm expert—he actually cleaved apart the hundreds of millions of lightning bolts capable of destroying an ancient life-bearing star with a single strike.

Yet Sikong Wuya felt no joy at all. Instead, his expression grew even darker.

Because only he himself knew that his lifespan was already nearly exhausted. If Chen An continued to entangle him, he might truly perish here.

Though, as