It struck not only Jiang Chengye's body, but also his soul, his past and present lives. This strike seemed to be trying to completely erase his traces in this world.
"Hahaha, what a perfect strike!"
Faced with the destructive blade of light, Jiang Chengye let out a wild laugh, opening his arms as if to embrace it.
"If Heaven is unjust, then destroy Heaven; if it shows no mercy to the people, then destroy the people!"
As Jiang Chengye roared, the shadow behind him began to grow taller and taller, expanding to tens of thousands of feet in the blink of an eye, transforming into a hideous demon god phantom.
The demon god had nine different faces and tens of thousands of arms. These arms overlapped one another, eventually forming a gigantic hand that stretched for thousands of miles, dripping with blood.
This supernatural power does not belong to either the human race or the witch race; it is clearly a method created by Jiang Chengye that truly belongs to the Martial King!
At this moment, he finally revealed the brilliance of a peerless human genius who was, in fact, the first to break through to the Martial King level since the Ninth King.
"careful!"
The palm that covered the sky struck towards Shen Qian. At the same time, Wu Wei and the others changed their expressions and summoned the Nine Cauldrons again.
They didn't intend to interfere in the conflict between Shen Qian and Jiang Chengye; they simply lacked the power to do so. They only wanted to protect the Earth's core from destruction.
Many stern-faced kings and nobles poured the power of the stars into the Nine Cauldrons one after another. Not only that, they also summoned their own dimensional domains, wrapping them layer by layer beneath the Nine Cauldrons, in an attempt to minimize the power of the aftershocks.
Buzz!
The instant the blade touched the palm, it was as if all colors and sounds instantly lost their meaning.
All that could be seen by the kings and nobles was whiteness, their spiritual perception was also in darkness, and even their souls were thrown into chaos by an invisible storm.
They could only vaguely capture the image of the Nine Cauldrons being instantly blasted away, followed by the continuous "crackling" sound that resounded from the bottom of their hearts.
That was the sound of their dimensional realm constantly crumbling.
Many kings and nobles who were connected in spirit coughed up blood as a result, and they were horrified. The aftershocks at the edge had seriously injured them. How terrifying must the power at the center be?
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