The power released by burning twenty Destruction Chaotic Origin Dao Marks poured into Fang Yan's sword strike.
A dark red sword beam shot from Fang Yan's fingertips, tracing an elegant, deadly arc through the void.
Where it passed, the void split soundlessly like silk beneath a blade, revealing a bottomless black rift.
Of the fifty-six God-Kings, the dozen or so who remained conscious instinctively tried to dodge.
But Fang Yan's strike was faster than they could react.
There was no explosion, no roar.
The dark red sword beam passed through the first God-King's chest like a silent flood of destruction, then split into countless fine threads. With impossible precision, they locked onto the other fifty-five God-Kings at once.
The threads wove a net of destruction in midair, then drew tight together.
In the next instant, all fifty-six divine bodies burst apart from within.
One sword strike extinguished all arts. Such was the power of the Half Chaotic Origin Great Dao of Destruction!
The bodies of the fifty-six God-Kings were annihilated.
But Fang Yan knew that the true God-Kings of the Origin Continent all had Clones.
His strike had crushed their divine bodies, but their Clones in safer places still existed.
For God-Kings who had accumulated power over endless ages, losing a Clone was painful, but nowhere near enough to kill them.
In the void of the Dream Domain, the Two-World Palace Master's expression finally shifted.
"The Half Chaotic Origin Great Dao?"
Disbelief edged his voice.
Fang Yan did not answer. He slowly raised his right hand again, the blade of destructive light still flickering at his fingertips.
Wariness flashed through the Two-World Palace Master's eyes. In the next instant, he tore at the void. A deep black rift opened beneath his fingers like a vast maw from a higher dimension