Su Chen certainly felt the danger approaching, his expression solemn. He cursed under his breath, and then, Three Powers Transformation, all transformed into Divine Soul…
Then.
"Die!!!" Su Chen suddenly raised his head, a roar thundering out, the terrifyingly shocking Soul Power, like the overwhelming waters of the Milky Way, suddenly poured out, booming everywhere, transforming into tangible soul power longswords and silver needles, crazily charging toward all directions.
Suddenly.
The ten or so Creation Realm level one, two, three, and four Martial Cultivators from the Yu Family were as if suddenly frozen, the previous instant they were rushing forward furiously, almost reaching in front of Su Chen, their murderous aura fierce, blood Qi pervasive, steadfast as such.
Then suddenly, without a sound, not a trace of life energy, heartbeat stopped, breath ceased, eyes becoming dull!
Dead!
Ten or so Creation Realm powerhouses!
Just like ten ants thrown into a great fire.
