Such a sharp treasure sword is rare in the world; the Golden Winged Roc had only seen a cross-realm sword master using such a method on the Zhongzhou battlefield in his lifetime.
"Spiritual Treasure!"
Inwardly feeling something amiss, the Golden Winged Roc already felt a hint of regret.
However, regretting now was already too late.
Or rather, it was too late the moment he demanded the Extra-Terrestrial Fallen Iron and arrogantly spoke of making Gu Caiyi and others slaves.
The dark sky suddenly turned solid like a quagmire.
A vast Qi Power swept the firmament, stirring the boundless Yuan Qi.
The immense heat that lingered from the earlier meteor shower once again gathered under such Qi Power's influence.
In his sight, the Golden Winged Roc saw on the twilight sky the formation of stars the size of millstones, which then radiated light and heat, crushing towards him all at once.
