Crack! Crack! Crack!
The blade, sharp as an ax, cleaved into the old man's body as if it were an immensely hard treasure wood.
Even with the acuteness of the abyssal edge, it was extremely difficult to slash through.
Shen Yi's eyes were thick with red mist, like a ferocious deity, his arm muscles undulating with vivid red lines emerging.
After mastering the Nine Demon Transformation Technique, the thousands of drops of Demon Blood had already fused with his flesh.
The blade sank another three inches.
Even more frightening to the second elder uncle of the Zheng Family was the purple-gold flame flowing on the blade, which, in a few breaths' time, charred the area around his wound black and continued to climb inward.
Listening to the wails coming from the sky.
The expressions of the other Zheng Family experts all changed drastically—only the Zheng Family knew just how terrifying the strength displayed by the young man at that moment was.
This was truly a misjudgment!
