"Do you have any last words?"
Feng Wuchen's icy gaze swept towards Yi Tianshan and the others, as if he were looking at corpses.
The strong ones from the Martial Soul Holy Palace remained silent, their eyes resigned to fate.
They clearly understood that it was impossible to escape death today.
"Then rest in peace. If there is a next life, do not become my enemy, for I will kill you a second time," Feng Wuchen sneered.
"Feng Wuchen, with the destruction of the Martial Soul Holy Palace, there will be a second and a third to arise. I hope your journey remains smooth," Yi Tianshan said calmly.
"Even if ten thousand Martial Soul Holy Palaces were to appear, it would be nothing more than a flick of my wrist," Feng Wuchen said confidently.
"Kui Ying, take action," Feng Wuchen said without emotion.
"Yes, Supreme Lord!" Kui Ying responded respectfully, as the Supreme Holy Sword flashed with a chilling light.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
"Chop chop chop!"
