To Qin Luo, revenge was best taken on the spot if he had the strength. There was no need to settle accounts after autumn.
He was very capable now, so he would act amid the chaos.
The Human Emperor Banner flew out at once, shrouding Song Chen overhead.
Qin Luo raised his sword. "Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Art!"
He opened with a devastating move, making Lu Lin, not far away, cast him a sidelong glance.
"No wonder he's the man Junior Sister favors. This swordsmanship is strong, and his talent is barely passable."
Lu Lin rarely praised anyone. For him to call someone barely passable was already quite an endorsement.
Song Chen's face turned pale. Feeling Qin Luo's attack, he knew he might not be able to block it!
How is this possible?! He was clearly in a certain-death situation. How could he have broken free? How could this be?!
To be honest, this was the first time in Song Chen's life that he had seen so many God Kings, and also the first time he had seen so many God Kings fall.
His horizons had broadened, but he did not feel much about it.
A God King's death was just a God King's death. What did it have to do with him?
Although he had been the chief culprit behind the God Kings' deaths, he had gained nothing from it.
Now it was his turn. To be honest, he was unhappy—and faintly afraid.
A dazzling light flashed through his eyes. At this moment, even if it meant sacrificing his eyes, he wanted to leave Qin Luo with an unforgettable impression.
His eyes flashed like lightning, wildly shooting bolts of electricity at Qin Luo. The visual impact of the scene was so overwhelming that Qin Luo nearly stood stunned for ten thousand