Liu Mang desperately channeled his divine power to stop him, but the force of Yun Che's casually thrown punch sent his blood churning and hurled him backward. He could only watch as the dark silver sword light dismembered his son.
This time, he died completely, without even a trace of his divine soul remaining. Thanks to the Soul-Burying Scripture's effect, even the life-saving trump card he had prepared in advance failed to activate.
"He... he just died like that?"
Liu Mang stood there in a daze. His son clearly had a life-saving trump card, so why hadn't it activated?
"Yun Che, I'll make you join my son in death!"
Liu Mang's voice sounded like a roar from the deepest hell, filled with overwhelming hatred and despair. His aura suddenly surged. His previously unfathomable cultivation at the peak of Lesser God even showed faint signs of a breakthrough. Violent divine power surged through his body, stirring the surrounding blood-colored mist like boiling water.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Yun Che, his gaze looking as though he wanted to devour him alive, grind his bones to dust, and scatter his ashes.
At that moment, none of his earlier composure or calculation remained. All that was left was the madness of losing his beloved son and a desire for destruction at any cost.
He abruptly raised his hand, gathering an energy sphere in his palm so dense that it turned black. It held a heart-stopping aura of destruction, and the surrounding space twisted slightly under its power. He had clearly used some forbidden secret art that burned his life force or origin.
"Enough. Stop shouting. I'll send you down to join them now."
Yun Che's expression remained indifferent. The six dark silver swords at his waist instantly flew out,