The golden thread was incomparably powerful.
The peerless slash of the ancient God’s blood sword became extremely difficult to slash down under the threat of the thread.
Zhan Wushuang’s eyes revealed shock and a trace of panic.
His hands were trembling.
It wasn’t his hands that were trembling, but the ancient god’s blood sword.
Seeing the thin line approaching, Zhan Wushuang roared angrily and forced himself to pull himself together, “I am the Heavenly Emperor, I will not lose! !”
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However, the cruel reality was that.
The golden thread mercilessly pierced through the ancient god blood sword.
With a bang, the ancient god blood sword exploded into pieces on the spot.
The intense explosion shattered Zhan Wushuang’s imperial robe into strips of cloth, and his entire body became a bloody mess.
Although there was no danger to his life, he was in an exceptionally miserable state.
Su Yu said indifferently, “Tell me again, what kind of Emperor Are You? A Beggar Emperor!”