In those eyes, there was no ecstatic triumph, only the purest, icy killing intent as if staring down prey.
And...a boundless ferocity daring to shatter and trample even the divine authority.
Wen Tianzong had no doubt, if he stayed for even a moment longer.
The opponent's final strike would absolutely, without hesitation, aim for his head.
Family duties, Thunder Source Material, the dignity of the Divine Chosen.
Before the fear of death, all of it was insignificant!
"Fang Qingyu... you... well done!"
Wen Tianzong squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, his voice hoarse and twisted, filled with venom and terror.
He bit his tongue sharply.
Spat a mouthful of blood on the continuously humming Thunder Punishment Mace at his waist!
"Divine Movement·Thunder Escape!"
A blinding purple light instantly engulfed him.
