Its power was indeed not bad, but it was quite outstanding at the Supreme-grade.
Unfortunately, in front of Zhou Han, who had the combat strength of a Saint King, everything was in vain.
"Ah…"
"Ah…"
A sword light flashed, and the incomparably oppressive Yeshu phantom was instantly shattered.
Next, there were miserable wails that echoed in this space.
It was so fast that Luke could not react at all. Of course, even if he reacted, he could not resist.
"Hiss! F*ck!"
"F*ck…"
At this moment, Luke was rolling on the ground in pain. He wailed loudly, screaming in pain.
The Chaos Sword Aura directly cut off Luke's legs. This was only after Zhou Han controlled its power. Otherwise, the other party would have long been a corpse.
This Chaos Sword Aura was naturally not something ordinary strength could compare to.