Closed-Door Cultivation for 60 Years

After Jian Wushuang's finger touched the place between Divine Lord Xue Peng's eyebrows, Divine Lord Xue Peng felt a huge pressure from Jian Wushuang's finger. His legs went soft and he knelt down in front of Jian Wushuang with a plop.

"No...no, Lord Commander, I know I was wrong." His throat kept rolling, and bean-sized beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

"It's too late."

Jian Wushuang shook his head when he heard that. From his fingertips, sharp sword essence shot into Divine Lord Xue Peng's divine body.

Bang!

An earth-shattering explosion rang out!

Immediately, Divine Lord Xue Peng's body was crushed and there was no breath of life!

Apart from the people brought by Commander Mountain Shaker, the remaining dozens of Ultimate Rulers were all shocked as if they had seen a ghost, and their bodies trembled.

"This...what kind of heaven-defying combat strength is this?"