Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhexian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a thoughtful smile, and he said slowly, "Oh? I see."
"I do seem to recall actually killing a piece of trash known as the Burial Child."
His tone was relaxed and casual, as if this was nothing more than a piece of cake for him.
Then, Yuan Zhexian gently shook his head and continued, "Does such a piece of trash deserve to be called a burial son?"
"You can't even withstand one of my moves, it's utterly shameful."
His words were full of disdain and contempt, clearly showing that he looked down on the so-called son-burying ritual.
Yuan Zhexian's words were like a fire, instantly igniting the anger of the Void Master.
The Void Master was like an enraged lion, her fur standing on end. Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared intently at Yuan Zhexian, gripping the Burial Void Blood Sword tightly in her hand, radiating a chilling killing intent.
With a flash, the Sky Lord charged straight at Yuan Zhexian like a bolt of lightning, his speed as fast as a ghost.
At the same time, the Burial Master did not hesitate at all. He also held the Burial Blood Blade and pounced on Yuan Zhexian like a hungry tiger.
Faced with this sudden attack, Yuan Zhexian remained calm and composed.
A confident smile appeared on his lips. With a thought, he instantly established a connection with the Primordial Bell and unhesitatingly drew upon the power of the Great Dao's origin contained within it.
In an instant, an incomparably powerful energy surged through Yuan Zhexian's body like a raging torrent.
His body suddenly erupted with a dazzling ten-colored divine light, as brilliant as the sun, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.
Immediately afterwards, a massive Great Dao Wheel slowly emerged behind Yuan Zhexian, radiating boundless pressure.
His already astonishing ten-colored pupils, now resembling two burning suns, suddenly appeared in his eyes, revealing unparalleled majesty and terror.
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