The elder guarding the arena suddenly stood up, his face filled with horror.

The disciples of the Ziwei Sect around them also widened their eyes and retreated.

"It's over, Young Master Zhou has completely gone mad, he even brought out the Sky-Splitting Thunder that is powerful enough to threaten a Saint Realm expert!"

"Once this thing explodes, absolutely no living being can survive within a radius of a hundred feet, not even a Saint Realm expert!"

"Stop talking nonsense and get out of here! If we're any slower, we'll get caught up in this too!"

"When the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer too much; this is going too far!"

The disciples of the Ziwei Sect retreated frantically.

"Once the Heaven-Splitting Thunder is unleashed, nothing within a hundred feet will survive! Die!"

Young Master Zhou looked crazed and threw Tang Xuan away.

"Stubborn to the end!"

Tang Xuan waved his hand casually.

With a soft "plop," Young Master Zhou's right arm had vanished.

Before the Heaven-Splitting Thunderbolt even hit the ground, Tang Xuan had already caught it in his hand.

"Aww..."

Young Master Zhou's face was contorted, and he frantically twisted his head, writhing in excruciating pain.

"They really are birds of a feather!"

Tang Xuan stored the Heaven-Splitting Thunder into his Soul Sea, then his gaze fell on Young Master Zhou.

"Don't kill me...don't kill me...I'm willing to pledge my allegiance to you!"

Young Master Zhou did not run away.

Because he knew in his heart that escaping in front of Tang Xuan was nothing short of a fantasy.

"No need! For someone like you, only death is your final destination!"

Tang Xuan waved his hand, and Zhou Dashao's head exploded. His headless body fell to the ground, twisted a few times, and then remained still.

Everyone was stunned.

A martial artist at the Innate Realm instantly killed a martial artist at the Emperor Realm.

Is this true?

Just then, a violent aura appeared.

"You little beast, pay with your life for my disciple!"