On a white cloud, Zhen Yuan sat cross-legged, and a jade table was placed in front of him, drinking tea leisurely.

The general of the Dead Clan was slashed into pieces by his palm, and he didn't even have a trace of strength to fight back.

"Kill my general, you must die."

A very angry voice sounded, and the evil spirit of death emerged in the sky, rushing towards Zhenyuan like a storm.

Zhen Yuan smiled, without showing any panic. He took a sip of tea indifferently and said, "Son of Chixing, I have been waiting for you here for a long time!"

The evil spirit of death surged violently, quickly condensed into a huge hand hundreds of feet wide, covering the sky and the sun, as if it could pick off the stars in the sky.

"The Infinite Heavenly Lord."

Zhen Yuan recited a Taoist chant and slowly poked one hand out.

I saw his hand grow rapidly and emit a yellowish light. Countless rules intertwined on it, and the vast power of heaven and earth was mobilized.

"Bang."

The two giant hands collided together, and Zhenyuan's yellow big hand was fine, and the giant hand condensed by the evil spirit of death burst and burst.

The next moment, the evil spirit of death receded like a tide and soon disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

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Chapter completed!