“Break, break, break for me!”0

Luo Hao waved his hand, sending overwhelming attacks. His irises turned into vertical slits, his killing intent like thunderclaps in a desolate valley, resounding through heaven and earth as if it were tangible.0

The noise was like a great bell, shaking mountains and rivers.0

Zi Dongyang struck with equal ruthlessness, his expression cold. Massive purple-colored palm seals slammed down, carrying terrifying forces that made the laws of the treasure bone flicker wildly, releasing loud, buzzing shockwaves.0

Before the Immortal Draft Assembly had begun, the top echelons of their sects had already ordered them: kill all martial artists of the Tianwu Continent on sight.0

Duanmu Lingxing...0