"If you are really as strong as you say, why did you act like a coward before anything happened to Hong Tianchen?" Fang Yu punched the Holy Lord in the chest and said sarcastically.

"Poof!"

The Holy Lord's body plummeted from plummeting to flying out, and his sternum collapsed, splattering a large amount of blood.

"So, what you just said made me very angry." Fang Yu followed up again and kicked the Holy Lord's legs off!

The Holy Lord could no longer make a sound, and his body was extremely miserable.

"How dare you... compare yourself with Lin Batian and Hong Tianchen." Fang Yu clenched his right fist and punched the Holy Lord's abdomen. His pupils glowed with a faint dark red light, and he said coldly.

He said, "In my opinion, this is an insult."

"bass!"

After saying the last word, Fang Yu jumped forward and condensed the Tiandao Sword in his right palm.

"Whoosh!"

The blade of the Heavenly Dao sword glows with golden light, and the divine aura is awe-inspiring!

Then, cut it off suddenly!

"Kakaka..."

One sword, but like ten thousand swords coming down together!

The remaining body of the Holy Lord... was shattered into pieces in the air!
Chapter completed!