When Emperor Cang raised his hand, the color of the heavens and the earth changed, the dark waves surged, and the Supreme Dao condensed. He pointed out that the mountains and rivers should be broken, the sun and the moon would be lacking, and the universe would be subverted.

Lu Chen's face was as usual, dark red magic patterns clinging to his face, blood rushing into the sky, and the powerful aura impacted the ancient temple, causing the terrace and gravel to fly out.

He held the slaughter of the king and cut it out with one sword.

boom-

Sharp sword intent and that finger

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