A palm of chaos sent the Witch-Slaying Sword flying and shattered countless stars.
The stars dimmed within the palm; beneath it, myriad wronged souls wailed.
Faced with Jiang Changkong, who far surpassed the limits of a Divine King, even this Divine Emperor treasure could not withstand his divine might.
The All-Heavens Star Array trembled, and the void tore apart.
The supreme grand array could no longer trap Jiang Changkong.
Roar!
A howl of unbearable pain erupted from Kun Yu's mouth.
Torrential divine blood, like a galaxy, scattered across the stellar array.
Jiang Changkong's hand pierced through his body. Beneath the surging endless divine power, Kunpeng feathers fell away.
"Jiang Changkong!"
Kun Yu howled miserably, his fury nearly burning away the last shred of reason.
"Don't rush. This King will roast you and hang you on a grill for everyone to taste," Jiang Changkong sneered.
Chaos Divine Power surged, and Kun Yu's spatial equipment fell away.
With a wave of his hand, Jiang Changkong summoned the Witch-Slaying Sword back into his grasp.
"This King will use this Witch-Slaying Sword to send the Demon Master on his way!"
The Witch-Slaying Sword trembled, letting out a shrill wail.
It was not wailing because of Jiang Changkong's control, but because it faced Kun Yu.
The endless wronged souls seemed to recall something. They shrieked madly, wanting to crawl out and tear Kun Yu to pieces.
The Witch-Slaying Sword!
It was a divine sword forged by the Demon Race through the burial of countless humans alive, designed specifically to counter the Witch Clan's physical bodies.
Every Witch-Slaying Sword represented the lives of countless humans.
Within the sword were imprisoned the wronged souls of humanity, forever unable to escape into the light of day.
The Witch-Slaying Sword descended, and endless wronged souls came to claim their