Fighting with a Broken Body, Blood Staining the Altar, Bathing the Imperial Tomb in Blood, Dreaming of Defying Heaven!

Rumble!

Above the altar, divine radiance surged, and killing intent swept through the Ninth Heaven.

With his hair disheveled and his body drenched in blood, Su Chen roared madly amid the enemies surrounding him, like a lone wolf driven into a corner.

His body was already torn and battered, with a horrific sword wound stretching across his back.

Inflicted by Ye Tian's Heaven-Slaying Sword Draw, it still seethed with rampaging chaos sword qi.

It prevented the wound from healing. Every violent movement sent great sprays of blood flying, staining the ancient stone tiles beneath his feet red.

But he had no time to care.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Su Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and he was on the verge of madness.

The God King Weapon longsword he had brought from the outside world had long since shattered. Now he used his fingers as swords and his blood as a guide, pushing everything he had learned to its utmost limits.

"Great Void Technique—Void Great Rift Slash!"

His hands swept through the air, all ten fingers hooked like claws, forcibly tearing open the space before him.

A spatial rift as black as ink swallowed toward an approaching heroic spirit like a gigantic maw that devoured all things.

This was an unrivaled expert who had been the Heaven-Swallowing Devil Lord in life. Though only a remnant soul remained, his demonic might was still peerless.

He let out a roar that shook the ages and thrust out a demonic claw, meeting the spatial rift head-on. Metallic clangs rang out and sparks flew, as though two pieces of divine iron were colliding.

"Pfft!"

The recoil struck, and Su Chen spat out another mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his organs. His body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, smashing heavily into a