Blood Buildings stood in rows, their glow staining even the sky red. Blood Mist drifted through the air. This was a world filled with red.
But now, a vast expanse of white sword light tore through that unchanging hue.
An area three thousand meters across was engulfed.
Some Evil Sha rushed out of the Blood Buildings in panic and fled into the distance. Even Tie Zhu and the Evil Self looked stricken and retreated more than ten thousand meters away.
The sword light flashed and vanished, causing no damage.
Yet that instant of oppressive power sent even Tie Zhu, an Eight-Step King, into a fit of heart-pounding terror that took a long time to subside.
The Evil Self was even more horrified, stammering as he spoke. "It's... it's still getting stronger?"
"What exactly is my brother trying to do? Did he just casually forge a Supreme Weapon?"
Tie Zhu glanced at the Black Iron Anvil in his hand and said politely, "Second Uncle, your nephew speaks his mind. Don't get upset if I tell you the truth, but with judgment like yours, you'd lose even your underwear if you went into business."
"Isn't that a Supreme Weapon in your hand? Can it even compare to the pressure my dad just gave off?"
The Evil Self's mouth twitched at those words. He felt rather pained.
Why did this nephew of his have to speak so harshly?
But he had no time to dwell on that now. Instead, he grew even more shocked. "Right! The object my brother forged gives off even greater pressure than this Supreme Weapon. He... that venerable man... hiss!"
While the Evil Self and the Flood Dragon stood there in shock,
the Voidless Flame spread once more through Jiang Chen's hands nearby, and the Immortal's Finger, already as