"Three-eyed child, is my fist strong?"

In the void, cheerful shouts were heard, making people's blood boil in the turbulent world.

Countless figures rushed out and smashed the strong Canaanites into pieces.

In the distance, Han Muye's expression remained unchanged as he watched the vibrations in the void.

This is the Battle of the Stars.

The most powerful man in the world took action, causing galaxies to explode and countless stars to turn into nothingness.

This kind of power will prevent the world from recovering for countless millions of years.

However, isn’t this part of the evolution of heaven and earth?

Han Muye raised his hand.

The power of calamity in his palm shimmered with golden light.

If the power of this battle were ten thousand times stronger, wouldn't it be another calamity?

"Looking at your Canaan tribe being surrounded and killed, you didn't feel any emotion at all. Are your tribe really so cold-hearted?" Han Muye turned around and looked at a figure who had appeared at an unknown time.

Thousands of feet away, there was an old man with a white beard.

Except for a vertical line on his forehead, the old man was no different from an ordinary practitioner.

"It's just life and death, take it lightly." The old man's eyes fell on Han Muye.

"I'm just curious, why do you think you will win?"

Han Muye slowly raised his hand, and in his palm, a long sword appeared.

"Not convinced?"
Chapter completed!