In an instant, Luo Chen roared and unleashed the Sky Roc Transformation without hesitation.1

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!0

The world was filled with sound as streaks of sword light howled across the sky. Metallic brilliance rained down in endless torrents, blade after blade tearing through the wind. The shrill shrieks of the swords echoed through the snowy peaks, chilling the heart and soul.0

After unleashing three consecutive killing strikes, He Lianyun was utterly spent; his body was drained, his spirit power exhausted, his soul weary. Gasping for breath, he stood upon the ground, his weathered eyes locked tightly on the heart of the storm where countless sword energies were converging.0

"Luo Chen… you forced me to this," he muttered through clenched teeth. "If you had simply surrendered the Nether Origin Pills, none of this would have...0