553. Dragon Qi Drum, Ancestral King Soldier

Dragon Qi Drum, Ancestor King Weapon

"Roar!"

The Spirit Valley young master let out a great roar, purple energy billowing as it shot straight into the Nine Heavens.

His entire body brimmed with purple light, his long hair standing on end, every strand glowing.

Zi Tiandu refused to accept defeat. His fighting spirit surged like an ocean, his vigor and will reaching an unprecedented peak as he unleashed this overwhelmingly domineering punch, tearing apart the sky.

Counterattack! Counterattack! He had to counterattack!

The purple-haired ghost god stepped forward and threw a punch. There were no shocking phenomena such as worlds trembling or space collapsing; it was upright and calm, yet it utterly shattered Zi Tiandu's fighting spirit.

The ancient young king was sent flying once more, like a torn sack.

The purple divine tower floating above his head swayed, connecting to the myriad Daos of heaven and earth.

Thousands upon thousands of thick streams of purple energy descended, transforming into Killing Swords that filled the sky and slashed at the purple-haired ghost god pursuing him like a maggot clinging to bone, trying to force it back.

"Hehehe..."

Seemingly sensing the terror in the Spirit Valley young master's heart, the purple-haired ghost god squeezed out a strange laugh from its throat. Its figure flickered, and it abruptly vanished from where it stood.

When it reappeared, it stood upon the air. With a rub of both hands, Zi Tiandu's seven-tiered purple tower—crafted from seven supreme divine materials of the Eastern Wasteland—was kneaded into a lump as though it were scrap iron.

A faint mournful cry seemed to echo through the air.

His Life-Bound Dao Weapon had been destroyed. Zi Tiandu, whose life was bound to it, showed an unnatural flush on his face. He let out a muffled groan and forcibly suppressed