Shi Hao's fist technique was unparalleled, killing the Three-Headed King in a single surge, with blood rain splattering everywhere. The gargantuan fierce spirit, dozens of feet high, thus fell.
It was extremely unwilling, its only remnant thoughts continually reverberating, cursing Shi Hao, unable to believe it would die here, shouting over and over again.
This scene was forever fixed in Mo Dao's heart, the invincible image of that youth left him shocked!
A boy even younger than him exploded with immeasurable divine light, blazing fiercely, delivering a punch to smash the Three-Headed King, standing amidst blood-colored remains, like a reborn demon lord!
The entire mountainous terrain was flattened, no longer in existence.
The vast mountain range was barren, not a blade of grass growing nearby, a youth like a devil god standing there, astonishing all in ten directions.
