At that moment, Long Yunyue, who had been poised to strike, wore an expression as grim as if his own mother had just died.
His expression was rigid, his arrogance frozen in place. His whole body shuddered as he sucked in a sharp, cold breath.
'Is this the might of a Sacred Artifact? Or his own Battle Power? How can his aura be so steady after unleashing such a terrifying strike?'
At this point, if he still underestimated his opponent, his title of Saint Son would be nothing but an empty boast.
A chill ran through Long Yunyue's body and soul. In terms of strength, he was indeed much stronger than Carefree Dustless. He surpassed him in both Battle Power and Realm...
But Carefree Dustless's end had been far too tragic.
His soul was slain with one strike, his body annihilated with another, turning him to ash!
That was too terrifying!
