Especially, six months ago, watching those from the Yan Family brutally massacre the Four Great Sects without any humanity.
And his own image, kneeling in a pool of blood, begging for mercy, worse than the most despised stray dog.
Everything that happened on that day had already gnawed away at the pride and courage he once had.
"Boom!!!"
Suddenly, the sky tore open with a sinister crack.
The pitch-black thunderclouds were forcibly ripped apart by an invisible hand, countless Purple Gold Thunder Arcs surged like dragons, pouring down in an instant, transforming into world-ending heavenly tribulation!
"Ah—!!"
A harrowing scream echoed through the heavens and earth.
The front line of Golden Armor Guards didn't even have time to lift their shields, turning to charcoal amidst the thunder light.
The heavy armor of Profound Iron they were proud of was like paper under the Purple Gold Thunderbolt, split into fragments along with the men.
