One Foot Shattered the Oriole's Fate; Together They Drank Desolate Blood and Kindled Starfire

At the bottom of the dried-up crater, pungent yellow-green venom seeped from the cracks between shattered stones.

The Black Mud City Lord lay sprawled amid rotten mud and fragments of his own golden core, the broken bones jutting from both wrists.

He stared at Lu Chen's raised right foot, at the jet-black hide covered in dark-gold Desolate Blood patterns, and was utterly scared out of his wits.

"Don't kill me! I know the Azure Firmament Sword Sect's trump card!"

The old bastard wept and snot ran down his face, his features twisted together by the agonizing pain. Ignoring the bloody foam filling his mouth, he desperately shrieked through his leaking throat.

"The three hundred vanguard troops brought the 'Nascent Soul Demon-Slaying Sword Talisman' bestowed by the Azure Firmament Patriarch!"

"They've set an inescapable killing trap at A Thread of Sky!"

After hearing him out, Lu Chen bared his stubbled jaw in a savage smile devoid of warmth.

Who gives a damn about your Nascent Soul Sword Talisman.

You provoked me? Even the Heavenly King himself will have his bones smashed to pieces.

Without another word, his right foot, carrying the ultimate force of a hundred thousand jin, came crashing down.

Bang!

A dull, explosive boom rang out.

The Black Mud City Lord's mangled body, together with his ruined sea of qi, was stomped solidly into a puddle of flesh and blood beneath that massive iron boot.

Bone fragments and shredded meat were driven deep into the granite foundation.

A golden-core city lord, a local tyrant of an immortal city who had squeezed the common folk dry, was forcibly wiped from this world just like that, without even finishing his last words.

Lu Chen withdrew his foot.

Within the heap of rotten flesh, a faint green glimmer flashed.

With the tip