Zhou Yuan’s body constantly broke down under countless gazes.

First was his arms, then his legs, and then his upper body.   

Zhou Yuan noticed that the breaking down of his body didn’t cause him any pain. However, the Ancestral Dragon Flesh he had swallowed was destroying all his vitality with tyrannical willpower. 

It was complete annihilation, as though someone superior was eliminating someone inferior.

After all, the Ancestral Dragon Flesh’s power wasn’t something that anyone below the Saint stage could bear. 

Zhou Yuan’s expression remained particularly calm even in the face of death because he had already prepared for such...