Sunset, All Dead

Sunset, All Slain

The Future Word Secret activated. A small golden sword covered in countless mysterious patterns formed out of thin air and, at light speed, struck the golden divine bird between the brows, annihilating its primordial spirit.

Primordial Spirit Sword Embryo!

The Seventh Prince, who had escaped disaster by sacrificing a limb, ultimately failed to repeat his luck.

Struck by the golden sword, the light in his eyes rapidly dimmed. His colossal, hill-like corpse crashed helplessly toward the earth, kicking up a skyful of dust.

Blood scattered across the sky, feathers danced everywhere, and demon corpses lay strewn about.

Of the Golden Crow Clan's ten princes, five had perished at Sacred Emperor Mountain in the blink of an eye.

"This is completely one-sided slaughter..."

An elderly human sect master watching from within the clouds could not help blurting out.

His face was flushed, his fists clenched tight. He was so excited he could barely contain himself, his expression filled with envy and worship, wishing he could take their place.

He casually killed a half-crippled Golden Crow prince without giving it a second thought.

The four ancient dharma manifestations—Ancestral Crow, Fusang, Ten Suns, and Demon God—charged in to attack.

Ye Fan clasped his hands together and unleashed the Fighting Word Secret, the secret art with the greatest offensive power. He also successfully triggered the All-Word Secret's tenfold battle strength. The two supreme secrets of the Dao Sect merged, amplifying each other.

From afar, it looked as though a blazing great sun had been born in his palms, blooming with boundless divine radiance—dazzling and magnificent beyond all ability to look upon directly.

He drove the golden sun in his palm toward all directions, and the ancient dharma manifestations shattered as one.

The Second, Third, and Fourth Princes did not even