Eternal Emptiness

When it came to secret arts and divine abilities, Jiang Ming had never feared anyone.

"Eternal Emptiness!"

The next instant, he unleashed a mighty divine ability. Time and space fell into chaos, and everything before him dissolved into a hazy blur.

"No—"

The Primordial Ancestral King was clearly not at his peak. Six wings sprouted from his back, but he was skin and bones. Even so, there was no denying his strength: he had reached the Ninth Heaven of Saint. Yet now he shrank before their eyes until he became a young man of twenty.

Jiang Ming was slightly surprised. He had not been reduced to an infant. A Saint was a Saint, after all.

Boom!

At that moment, the Divine-Demon Dao Diagram swept him inside and ground him away. Even though he recovered his original cultivation at the instant of his destruction, he could only become a potent medicine for Jiang Ming's cultivation.

But now Jiang Ming coughed up great mouthfuls of blood, wounded by the Great Dao. All things rose and fell within his eyes, then every scene suddenly crumbled. He had become even more terrifying.

"Kill!"

Ye Fan had merged with the body of a Sacred Body from the past and summoned its weapon. With a broken great bell above his head and a black battle halberd in his hands, he chased Great Abilities and Dao-Severing Kings through Divine Spirit Valley, slaughtering in every direction as though no one could stand in his way.

Zhang Lin, the Fifth-Generation Heavenly Origin Master, traced the Eternal Dragon Vein and merged with it. Like a dazzling deity, he passed through Divine Spirit Valley, and its Primordial Creatures shattered in his wake, refined into vital essence.

It was a slaughter with no suspense at all.

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