The universe is silent, blood rain flies!
Under a blood-stained sky, Jun Xiaoyao's handsome face was as icy as ever, his long hair flowing, wearing the Desolate Divine Armor, the Great Wilderness Halberd in his hand pointing slantwise at the earth.
At this moment, he no longer had the carefreely elegant Exiled Immortal aura he once had.
Instead, he resembled a young war god with boundless dominance, an embodiment of calamity, purifying the world with the power of slaughter, shaking the heavens and earth!
Countless gazes from heaven and earth gathered on him.
Ji Qingyi, Ruying, Saint Profound Yi, these figures were all renowned on the Ancient Road, with endless radiance.
At this moment, before Jun Xiaoyao, they seemed utterly ordinary, their brilliance entirely lost.
Jun Xiaoyao was an existence that they all needed to revere and awe!
And Ning Defa and the other Desolate Village People were all extremely excited, old tears streaming down their faces.
