"Hundred Birds Pay Tribute to the Phoenix!"
Atop the mountain peak, Zhao Yun stood tall and resolute, his expression somewhat solemn, gripping his war spear tightly and thrusting forward.
Heaven and earth shattered.
A phoenix image, entirely formed from spear Qi, emerged, emitting a piercing cry that directly pierced through the foremost Heavenly Gate warrior.
Boom!
Above the nine heavens, a blood mist appeared.
After successfully slaying a Quasi-Saint warrior, Zhao Yun's body wavered and vanished into thin air.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of another Heavenly Gate Quasi-Saint warrior, his expression cold, endless spear intent pouring forth, annihilating all.
"No..."
A shrill, wretched scream echoed.
The sky was again filled with a mist of blood.
This process, though sounding lengthy, was completed in an instant. It wasn't until Zhao Yun had slaughtered two Quasi-Saints that the Tianzhu warriors reacted.
"Everyone, be careful!"
