The power of Chu Yuan made them all dare not face him head-on.
Such strength was too terrifying.
Everyone knew that confronting the Martial Emperor alone would end tragically for a few individuals; the strength of these supreme contenders had long surpassed their expectations.
He collected several god-slaying swords.
They departed too quickly, and Chu Yuan paid them no attention.
Chu Yuan continued searching, only a few god-slaying swords were left, deeply hidden in the world; if he hadn't acquired enough, it would have been hard to find them.
The god-slaying swords were gathering.
"The ninety-ninth god-slaying sword."
At this moment, Chu Yuan stepped into an ancient relic.
In front of him, the last god-slaying sword was embedded in a piece of rock, and there was blood on the rock, ancient and unchanged, still vibrant.
It was eternal-level blood, splattered on top.
