บท 1908: Red-robed Blood Dripper

"Sword Nine."

Zhang Ruochen's gaze was grim, as he unleashed the sword strike with all his might.

The bright sword light and flames shot out together, as a destructive aura spread around, seemingly wanting to destroy everything.

If they had not been inside the Sword Vault, the lands that spanned tens of thousands of miles would have collapsed and sunk as a result of the impact.

The battle of the Supreme Saints was able to cause stars to fall.

For any macroworlds, the battle between Supreme Saints would always be a catastrophe.

Countless blades of Purgatory Flames splashed out as they fell from the sky, transforming into a rain of fire that melted everything.

"How's it going?"

Xiang Chunan and the others looked at Zhang Ruochen, wanting to know what was going on.

Zhang Ruochen did not move as he held the Dreadblade and stared at Xuetu Shenzi. A portion of his sleeve was gone, burned to ashes by the Purgatory Flames.