Ten years later, he finally slaughtered all the cultivators in the Human Clan's Great Thousand World.
Hundred Peaks Sect, beneath Spirit Mountain.
Immortal Lord Xu Wang's blood had long stopped, but his injuries had not, and his entire cultivation base was completely sealed.
His limbs, even his head, were locked in chains, each chain densely engraved with runes.
Although he was a Golden Immortal Realm cultivator, now, apart from having a stronger physical body and longer lifespan, he was no different from an ordinary mortal.
In fact, he was even worse than an ordinary mortal.
At least, ordinary mortals could move freely, while he could only kneel here.
Moreover, he had to endure endless pain.
The wounds left by Cao Zhen's attack never healed.
"Traitor, damn traitor."
"You're not fit to be human!"
