This sword had sucked away all the metal energy of the world, emitting an incredibly ancient aura. It was as though a dormant beast had been roused from slumber, and this sharp aura was the fearsome fangs of this beast. With each swing, it effortlessly cleaved through the sky, shattering the very foundations of the ten thousand Daos.

“I refuse to believe a little Immortal King can shake an immemorial devil corpse!”

As Shi Yang slammed his hands together, the bat-like wings on his back lit up, folding defensively in front of him.

But everything he did was useless. When the golden sword fell, it still sliced through his wings, his blood spraying through the air. As the gigantic wings fell to the ground, most of the black runes on them shattered, dissipating...