Crimson blood floated in the void, neither sinking nor falling. It was incomparably mournful, like dazzling blood diamonds, crystalline and radiant—this was Ning Chuan's sacred blood!
One of his arms was charred black, streaked with blood, and a wound on his shoulder was bleeding profusely, a shocking sight to behold.
The scene fell silent. All the onlookers stood in awe, feeling an immense suffocating pressure emanating from an overwhelming force, leaving them nearly breathless.
The Six Crowned King had been injured—this was a world-shaking event!
In the past, who had ever harmed him? Even the Primordials and the strongest young Supremes of various clans could only prostrate themselves before him, their corpses littering the ground. They were simply no match.
"You all deserve death." Ning Chuan's words were calm, but a terrifying aura emanated from him.
