"You dog, die for me." Above the fissure in the ground, Luo Heishan's expression was extremely cold. In a flash, he rushed towards Ye Chen.
Whizz!
His speed was at its peak, so much so that even the onlooking cultivators couldn't discern his movement trajectory.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared above Ye Chen's head, and the mana around his body instantly coalesced into an immense purple fist, resembling a dazzling small sun, crushing down ruthlessly on Ye Chen.
This was his cultivated Purple Sun True Intent, which had reached the Sixth Layer of True Intent, possessing a terrifying power that made souls shudder involuntarily.
"Ha! This trash is doomed."
"This is what you call bringing disaster upon oneself. Scum like him shouldn't exist in this world anyway." The Saint Sons of the Hundred Flowers Immortal Sect sneered one after another, their lips curled with delight at others' misfortune.
