"Crazy."

Luo Xu clenched his hands into fists and punched him upwards. The sea water in a radius of thousands of miles under his feet surged up towards Wuding Mountain.

With just one blow, tens of thousands of disciples of the Demon Sect died in the waves.

Members of Tiangang Pavilion and Disha Pavilion followed closely behind the Golden Step Dragon Chariot, smashing all the demon cultivators who dared to stop Zhang Ruochen in a crushing manner.

Including Ye Xiaoxiang, the palace master of the Dark Night Palace, was beaten into pieces by dozens of holy techniques in an instant, turning into a ball of blood mist.

Ouyang Huan sat on the top of a formation tower and stared at the front. He saw nine golden dragons, pulling a dragon chariot with a dazzling light, speeding towards him.

Zhang Ruochen sat calmly in the golden chariot, like an emperor on a patrol.

The golden step dragon chariot was filled with dense demon cultivators, probably hundreds of thousands of them. Some of them used combat soldiers, and some used martial arts to stop Zhang Ruochen's steps.

However, with the protection of Tiangang Pavilion and Disha Pavilion, no matter how many demon cultivators there are, they cannot stop the moment of the Golden Step Dragon Chariot.

"Bang bang."

The corpse of the monks of the Demon Cultivation fell down like it was raining, and the whole world turned blood red, as if it had turned into a Shura field.

As the Golden Step Dragon Chariot got closer, Ouyang Huan closed his eyes and said, "You won!"

"Boom."

The Nine Dragon Golden Dragon and the Golden Step Dragon Chariot collided on the formation tower, and then crushed Ouyang Huan's body and soul into pieces.

From beginning to end, Zhang Ruochen seemed very calm, without a trace of emotional fluctuation in his eyes, as calm as if he was crushing an ant to death.
Chapter completed!