Kuang Yingjie and Ling Jue were not much better, with their bones constantly shattered.

"The little baby Ling Jue returns to my fallen world."

"The Tyrant Divine Body belongs to my Nine Nether Purgatory."

"The eternal body... belongs to my Eight Holy Lands."

There was a faint laugh, and three big hands grabbed it from the sky.

It's a spoil of war! It's already been discussed, everyone gets what he wants.

Zhao Yun and the three of them groaned, being locked by the pressure and unable to move.

"To touch my disciple...is seeking death."

Before the big hand fell, he heard loud shouts that shook the sky.

Before he finished speaking, he saw the light of a hundred-foot-long sword, cutting off three big hands and destroying them.

"Master." Kuang Yingjie's eyes lit up. With such a powerful sword, he was undoubtedly his master.

If you say Master, Master is really here.

That was Ba Dao, and he was coming across the sky with the sword in his hand.

He is worthy of being a ruthless man who killed a demigod with a knife. As expected, his domineering energy leaked out. Even though he was far away, he could still smell the domineering aura. The calm sea water was now filled with waves.

Seeing him, everyone including the Rakshasa Ancestor showed fear.
Chapter completed!