Chu Liang descended from the sky, his figure shrouded in a dense, murderous aura. The ghostly flames below were pierced by the Deity Pan’s Bone in his hand and instantly snuffed out.0

"Just admitting defeat? Since when was it ever that easy?!"0

High above, the Thorn Dragon King’s colossal skeletal form lost the last of the spiritual energy that had kept it suspended. Its frame collapsed in midair and plummeted to the ground, sending giant bones hurtling down like a rain of destruction. Each one landed with a thunderous crash, carving deep craters into the earth below.0

"Considering that this ghost had lived since the era of the Dragon God, it is a truly rare existence," the Sword Emperor of the West Sea lamented. "It is such a pity that it has now fallen. Tens of thousands of years of cultivation, all lost in an instant."0

For cultivators, extending one’s life by even a single century was no easy feat. The fall of a being that had survived for so long naturally...0