Evilmoon pierced through Kun Pengzi’s body. Wrapped in black qi, it was like an evil dragon’s toxic fang, devouring Kun Pengzi’s life.

“Young master!” The Kunpeng race’s experts along with the rest of the Xuan Beasts cried out.

Kun Pengzi was the descendant of the Peng Emperor and the hope of the Xuan Beasts. All their hearts sank.

“Long Chen, if you dare-!” roared Peng Wanli.

Evilmoon shook ever so slightly and Kun Pengzi exploded. In that instant, a translucent figure shot out. That was his Yuan Spirit.

However, just as it fled, Long Chen’s saber fell, instantly blasting the Yuan Spirit into specks of light that slowly dissipated.

A peerless genius of his generation, descendant and heir of the Peng Emperor, a monster that had been sealed in the ancient era, the heavenly genius shouldering the hopes and dreams of the Kunpeng race and the Xuan Beasts, died.

Seeing those specks of light slowly fade, shock filled everyone. Kun Pengzi… had...