Amidst the urgent chaos, he frantically looked up to see a massive golden-red ball of light, roaring down upon his head.
"Ah..."
Despair filled Daoist Mingcheng's eyes as a scream barely escaped his lips before he was disintegrated by the Sun and Moon Ring into the smallest particles.
Transformed into a mist of blood, it dispersed and then turned to ashes.
Both body and soul were obliterated by that brilliance.
"What a treasure."
Chen Ping felt the power of his spiritual energy, one-third depleted with a single strike. Even though he had seized the treasure, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.
This thing wasn't something ordinary people could use.
Taking advantage of the moment when the treasure's power was at its lowest, he directly dispelled its brand, forcibly infused it with his own aura using his Manifest Saint Realm soul.
Even with such effort, using it remained so difficult.
However, its power justifies this level of difficulty in control.
