There was a loud explosion with a deafening clap of thunder!
The hand was shattered into pieces!
The scene was gory, blood and flesh were everywhere.
A shriek could be heard.
"You… how could you still be alive?" Another gasp could be heard.
Nobody answered him!
That voice came from the last strand of feather on Chu Yu.
It was like dry hay under the sun, the ignition was imminent!
Without waiting for Chu Yu, it had activated itself!
Chu Yu could clearly feel that the energy in his body was reaching yet another peak!
Humming.
The Sword of the Yellow Emperor was glowing like the sun!
No, even brighter than the sun!
Everyone was blinded by this bright light.
It was too majestic!
Zhou Xu was the first to move, but he was easily kicked out by Chu Yu.
He could be the most pathetic saint to date.
Zhou Xu had just attained sainthood and now he was spitting blood in midair.
He was so frustrated.