"Bind!"
With a furious shout, ancient chains coursing with the power of nature shot out of the void, swiftly winding around the silver dragon.
"Roar-"
The chains tightened further and further. Golden blood trickled from the silver dragon, instantly staining the entire sky a shade of crimson.
Shi Qingyun reached out and clenched his fist toward the silver dragon.
Bang!
The silver dragon exploded on the spot, turning back into a spear, but tiny cracks had appeared across the Silver Spear.
As a burst of light flared, the cracks rapidly spread, releasing dazzling specks of divine light.
Crack, crack, crack!
Amid a series of crisp cracking sounds, the spear swiftly shattered on the spot.
In the distance, Bai Ming felt as though lightning had struck him. His body trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The destruction of the artifact whose aura was intertwined with his own made him abruptly cough up blood, his face instantly turning as pale as paper.
He now understood Shi Qingyun's terrifying strength more deeply and already felt regret, but it was too late.
Shi Qingyun pressed his advantage without mercy. A Kunpeng phantom appeared behind him as he darted through the void like a ghost.
In an instant, he reached Bai Ming. Wisps of yin-yang qi surged along the sword in his hand, and intense killing intent blazed from his eyes.
One sword fell, heaven and earth split, and a Heavenly God perished.
Bai Ming's body was instantly cleaved in two. Before he could even scream, his body dissolved into specks of white light in the void.
One sword shattered his flesh and annihilated his primordial spirit.
Watching the Heavenly God who had just been trading blows with them die and have his Dao extinguished in only a few exchanges, Chen Xuan and the others