A monstrous battle intent soared into the sky, and countless scarlet-golden divine patterns appeared around his body. The Sword Intent transformed from his divine power was like a raging river, crushing the illusions of Supreme Master Bing Ye and the others into pieces.
Heaven and earth were crying, and strange sounds shot up to the Nine Heavens. Everything disappeared like a demon!
Jian Wushuang waved his hand to disperse the black smoke in front of him and snorted coldly. "Petty tricks."
Snake God, who was standing in the distance, laughed evilly. "Jian Wushuang, I will never let a monster like you live in this world. You will sink into the void."
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge phantom appeared. It looked like a giant version of Snake God. The nine snake heads that almost tore the sky apart were like nine suns.