The reward for such daring was a terrifying scene, as if witnessing the wrath of a Heavenly God.
"Thief!"
The Dragon Slayer spat out the word through gritted teeth.
Though grievously wounded, the True Qi within his body began to recover with superhuman speed the moment the Kunwu Sword left his hand.
The surrounding air trembled in response, a violent storm forming in an instant; from deep within the Abyss erupted a deafening roar as the Mountain and River Giant extended its massive hand once more, its palm radiating an intense brilliance.
Not only him—but Zhang Shidao, who moments earlier had been calling for the Dragon Slayer's demise—unhesitatingly unleashed an attack at the same flash of lightning.
Dozens of Divine Spirits frantically danced, accompanied by ripples that animated the "revived natural world," sealing this realm and incorporating it into his domain.
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