On the arena, blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Qin Xuexiao's severed arm hadn't fully recovered when it was shattered again by the National Guardian Sword in Chu Huaixu's hand!
The expression on the Ancestor Emperor's face began to grow increasingly ferocious.
This kind of pain, torment, humiliation... was something he simply couldn't accept.
Once, it was he who wielded this sword and slaughtered all enemies in the world!
"Courting death!"
"You're courting death!!"
The Ancestor Emperor's voice began to carry endless malice and hoarseness.
The shadow of the mountain behind him finally solidified completely, no longer twisting and blurring.
That familiar power returned once again, causing the Ancestor Emperor's face to finally show an extremely satisfied smile.
"Chu Huaixu, this physical body's limit can only fire one shot!"
"But this one shot will annihilate your divine soul!"
"To die under this shot, your life won't have been in vain!"
