Feng Tian's head hit the ground.
A fountain of blood gushed from his severed neck.
His headless corpse toppled stiffly onto the gray land suspended in the void.
It kicked up a cloud of dust.
Violent spatial fluctuations came from the distance.
The once lifeless expanse of void suddenly twisted.
A dark-gold, spindle-shaped flying vessel tore through the chaotic turbulence of laws, forcing its way into the area.
A young man in brocade stood at the vessel's prow.
His expression was sinister, his features bearing some resemblance to Feng Tian's on the ground, but sharper and more deeply defined.
He wore luxurious magical robes, with profound runes swirling around him.
He unleashed the full pressure of his half-step True Lord cultivation.
Even the surrounding space visibly warped beneath it.
Before the flying vessel had steadied, the young man's furious shout rang throughout the void.
"Thirty-seventh brother!"
His voice was filled with rage and disbelief.
He saw the headless corpse lying on the ground.
He also saw Chen Changqing standing quietly beside it.
The brocade-clad young man's eyes widened, veins bulging on his forehead as fury twisted his handsome face.
"Chen Changqing!"
"Do you truly think your Mount Shu is invincible?!"
"Today, I, Feng Yu, the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion's tenth young pavilion master, will kill you!"
"Kill him!"
Feng Yu swept his hand sharply, his wide sleeves snapping in the gale.
More than twenty figures instantly rushed out of the flying vessel.
Every one of them was at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage.
Several had even reached the tribulation transcendence peak.
They wore matching black combat outfits and white masks without facial features.
Their auras were linked, their movements perfectly synchronized.
They were clearly elite deathsworn painstakingly trained by the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.
This force was leagues above what Feng Tian had