"Pfft! Pfft..."
The heavenly pengs manifested by One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords were blasted apart by a single palm strike from Lu Chen's Immortal King manifestation. Blood splattered across the sky, and shattered corpses tumbled from the nine heavens, one after another.
This divine art of the Peng Race had been refined with the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's own blood. Its destruction now also damaged his vital essence.
"Those terrifying manifestations from ancient times hold boundless mysteries. Truly frightening..."
Many onlookers in the distance were shaken. Such a powerful divine art of the Heavenly Peng Clan had been broken so easily; even some holy-son-level figures knew they could not have done the same.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's golden hair was disheveled, his gaze oppressive, radiating bloodlust and wild ferocity. "This is only the beginning!" he said coldly.
"Then let me see what else you have!" Lu Chen snapped, his robes unstained by blood.
Divine light surged around the Golden-Winged Little Peng King. Like a demon god reincarnated, he exuded an overbearing aura.
Clang!
A heavy halberd appeared in his hand, black as ink. Like a primordial demonic relic, it devoured the minds of those who looked upon it.
It was the renowned Great Wilderness Halberd, a weapon the Golden-Winged Old Peng King, a towering figure of the Demon Race, had spent his life refining. It was one of the Eastern Wasteland's most celebrated Holy Lord-level weapons of slaughter.
It brimmed with a bloody aura, terrifying beyond measure. The wails of countless beings rose from it-the spirits it had slaughtered were howling. It was a demonic weapon in every sense of the word!
"Die!"
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King swung the black halberd straight down. Black waves surged, carrying an aura of annihilation.
Space shattered instantly beneath the slash,