Giant Bird

In the next moment, he realized that his chest was pierced by the golden light, and two-thirds of his heart was destroyed.

Then, he lost control of his body and fell backward, falling from a thousand meters in the air.

Until the last moment before he died, he did not understand how he died.

"This is… Goldfinger?"

Elder Zhao was knowledgeable and recognized this trash technique that even dogs shook their heads in disdain.

He did not expect Chen An to be able to cultivate this trashy technique to such a powerful level.

This was too shocking!

"Pfft!"

There was a muffled sound.

A fist-sized bloody hole suddenly appeared on Elder Zhao's forehead.

His head was shot through by the golden light.

But he did not die.

This was the strength of a Golden Core Cultivator.

Seeing that Elder Zhao was not dead, Chen An raised his hand and shot out another golden beam, aiming for Elder Zhao's heart.