A figure soaked in blood walked out of that twisting space, with a pitch-black saber resting on his shoulder. Every step he took made the world quiver.5

“He really didn’t die…” Xing Wujiang sighed with relief. Long Chen’s power had far exceeded his expectations.4

Others didn’t understand just how terrifying Huo Qianwu’s last attack was. Just now, the thousand phoenix feathers had lit up all at once, and the will of a thousand phoenixes merged together, capable of destroying not only the physical body but also the soul.1

For a normal person, a single phoenix’s will was already something they couldn’t endure. However, Long Chen had endured a thousand...0