Chapter 995

Ji Yao also had tears in her eyes.

Zhang Quyan stepped into the air, treading on a rock pillar, his expression cold.

"A generous sacrifice... hehe, what a good show." The corners of his mouth curled up.

These geniuses who had reached the Venerable realm were nothing but ants in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, it's just a difference of dying sooner or later." He spread his arms.

Boom, boom, boom!!

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked; rocks everywhere floated up and twisted together.

They transformed into a massive rock long dragon.

It was over eight hundred meters long and dozens of meters thick, just like a true dragon reborn!

This was the skill power of a seventh-turn Saint, capable of moving mountains and filling seas!

That rock flood dragon swam through the nine heavens, drifting above the peak of Shushan, its body obscured by clouds and mist.

Immediately after, Zhang Quyan pointed his finger, and it fell downward.

That giant dragon also fell from the nine heavens, emitting a heaven-shaking roar!

The speed was too fast, too fast, too fast!

This strike was completely intended to kill the few of them thoroughly, never giving them any chance to resist again!

"So he hadn't used his full strength just now..." Ni Shuang said with pale lips.

Yan Ze clenched his fists, his eyes full of self-reproach.

He hated himself for not being strong enough.

He turned to look at Wan Wu's corpse and the ruins of the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

"Wan Wu, Su Ming... let's be friends in the next life."

He closed his eyes and murmured.

Yan Ze never gave up hope or stopped resisting easily.

As long as there was a glimmer of life, he would think until the very last moment.

But the current situation was truly beyond human capability...

Chirp!

Suddenly, a crisp bird cry came from the horizon.

A pitch-black bird fell from the horizon, transforming into a sharp arrow of light, attacking in an instant!

It was actually aiming directly at the head of the seventh-turn Saint, Zhang Quyan!

Seemingly just a small black-feathered bird, it made Zhang Quyan reveal a hint of wariness for the first time.

"Black-Feathered Nether Bird?" He frowned and said in a low voice.

This kind of bird was a pure killing creature; its beak was extremely sharp, and if they resisted it head-on, even the seventh-turn Saint Zhang Quyan would not dare to say he would be unscathed.

Therefore, he activated his strongest defensive skill, 【Heavenly Rock Divine Body】.

Bang!

A loud noise erupted.

His aged skin instantly petrified, revealing a gray luster, and he actually resisted Xiao Ming's strike head-on.

Xiao Ming let out a miserable cry and was directly shaken away; its beak even showed slight cracks, and a few drops of blood splattered into mid-air.

Zhang Quyan's skill could actually strengthen his own flesh and blood to be harder than an epic-grade weapon!

"Meaningless, you are still going to die." Zhang Quyan said with cold eyes.

Immediately, he spread his arms and continued to activate the rock giant dragon, intending to slaughter Yan Ze and the others.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Xuanrou smiled coldly.

"Heh... just an underage Black-Feathered Nether Bird, it won't amount to anything."

The rock giant dragon in the sky continued to crash down, the fierce wind sweeping through and smashing many Demon Ancestors into blood mist, showing its formidable power.

Zhang Guliu stared at this scene, his eyes indifferent, a hint of mockery surging within them.

Watching Jiang Yunqing and the others die, Zhang Guliu felt no joy or relief.

It was just... a bit ironic.

These people had no family background.

Even if they fought to the death and cultivated to the sixth-turn Venerable realm in such a short time, they only had the fate of being slaughtered like pigs and dogs.

One could imagine they must have experienced many hardships and many life-and-death battles, exhausting all their efforts to reach today's realm.

Unfortunately... it couldn't change the outcome.

People with families and people without families were born with different fates.

Zhang Guliu was glad he had a family.

He was glad he was not one of these bottom-feeding ants.

He looked down on the world with an arrogant attitude and closed his eyes, not wanting to watch this meaningless scene of slaughter.

Just at this moment, when he thought the dust had settled.

Hum, swish!!!!

The next instant, brilliant golden light, covering the sky, bloomed from the ruins of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, permeating the firmament and spanning the clouds.

This peerless sword Qi was like a ray of light tearing through the darkness, capable of shattering the silent night.

The golden glow filled his eyes in an instant!

Even with his eyes closed, that brilliant radiance still penetrated his eyelids and shot into his brain, making Zhang Guliu feel his soul tremble.

He opened his eyes in shock to look.

So, this brilliant golden light was sword Qi!

What terrifying sword Qi; it formed a semicircle in mid-air, pushing horizontally, shattering everything in its path, even slicing through space and opening a massive gap!

That sword Qi was devastating, over a hundred meters wide, cutting the clouds and mist within a two-thousand-meter radius in half!

The high-hanging sword Qi remained solid, breaking through the air and severing clouds.

"Roar!!"

Following it was a shrill dragon roar that shook the nine heavens.

The rock giant dragon controlled by the elder Zhang Quyan wailed and was actually sliced in half horizontally!

Bang!

The two halves of the dragon-shaped rock pillar crashed to the ground, kicking up a thousand meters of dust, collapsing the ruins, and causing the heavens and earth to lose their color.

A young figure was seen shattering space and rushing over!

Lightning leaped beneath his feet, fast as a startled swan, his afterimages dancing.

Wherever he passed, the ground shattered, and a series of sonic booms appeared!

Peerless golden light flashed in his eyes; he held a woman of indescribable beauty in his arms and gripped an ancient sword!!

He arrived in front of Yan Ze in an instant.

That dragon-slaying sword Qi was what he had slashed out!

The person who arrived was none other than Su Ming!

In his hand, he held the Demon-Suppressing Sword.

Su Ming looked around the world, seeing the scarred peak of Shushan and his several heavily wounded friends.

His gaze lingered on Wan Wu for a moment.

Wan Wu had already been smashed into a puddle of meat, his flesh and blood a blur.

Su Ming's eyes suddenly became calm.

Killing intent.

The pure killing intent around him surged out like a broken levee, scattering for a hundred meters.

His hair fluttered in disorder, his tattered sword robe danced sternly, and he stood tall in the wind.

Making him look like a generation of Sword God.

Su Ming stared at Zhang Quyan, looking at this Zhang family elder who had participated in the siege against him in his past life.

In his past life, Ji Yao's death also had a hand from this elder!

And now... Wan Wu had also been beaten into minced meat by him?

In Su Ming's eyes, killing intent turned into swords, flowing like starlight.

High-tier shapeshifting monsters had tenacious vitality, but after being subjected to such an attack, the probability of surviving was already minimal.