Sword, Come

Chen Pingan held his saber with both hands and bathed in a golden light that was mixed with a blood-red aura. He was like a god of war and was incomparably powerful.

Everyone was shocked by his elegance.

This was the first time they had seen Chen Pingan use such strength. It could be seen how angry they were and how much they wanted to kill Zhou Han.

"Hahaha, to be able to die under my famous ultimate skill, you can smile in the netherworld!"

"Saber, Come—Heaven Defying Evil God!"

Chen Pingan laughed impudently. This attack was his strongest attack so far. He was very satisfied with this effect.

A hundred-meter-long saber aura cut through the air, instantly cutting space in half, and enveloping Zhou Han's figure. With a sharp and unstoppable might, it attacked.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is this the power of the Heaven Defying Evil God? I've long heard of it. Its power is incomparably shocking. Seeing it today, it lives up to its reputation!"