Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword

Chapter 668: Chapter 645 Bone Joining Technique (1/3)

Everyone agrees, this is not an injustice at all!

A Sublimation King’s Dharma Aspect perished here before! If that Sublimation King had personally descended, he would have definitely died here too!

If even a Sublimation King can die, what does the death of a mere Sunshine Emperor count for?

“I said it before—if anyone lays a hand on me, I’ll annihilate them all!” Zhou Heng said coldly, his right hand already raising the Black Sword. In the Sunshine King Realm, he could claim invincibility, with a single sword stroke enough to eliminate all, no need to use any Immortal Techniques.

Ma Qianying’s gaze flickered rapidly, as he finally realized he had kicked an iron plate!

Zhou Heng was definitely not one of the supremely respected Five Great Sunshine Kings, including One Sword Breaks the Heavens, Tian Gangyue. Ma Qianying remembered their auras and appearances vividly—how could he not? To enter the Imperial Dragon Hall and seize the treasure, who wouldn’t consider these five as key targets for vigilance?

Could Zhou Heng be a Sunshine Sovereign, a Sunshine Emperor, or even a being from the Sublimation Realm?

But the aura didn’t match; here, only power was suppressed, not auras or appearances! When Sunshine Sovereigns revealed themselves, it was still the Purple Sun, Sunshine Emperors it was the White Sun, just that their power was restricted to the level of a Peak Sunshine King.

Ma Qianying couldn’t make sense of it, but Zhou Heng was already radiating murderous intent like a sharp blade. What he needed to worry about now wasn’t why Zhou Heng was so formidable, but how to deal with such a difficult situation!

“Sir, it’s wise to leave room for maneuver—so that we may meet again!” He was already scared in his heart, but under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he couldn’t lose face, for he was a noble Sunshine Emperor who could easily crush Zhou Heng outside!

A Sunshine Emperor bowing to a Sunshine King? What a joke!

“Hahaha, when did you ever show restraint? The moment you opened your mouth, you wanted me to leave behind a hand!” Zhou Heng strode forward, the Black Sword in his hand sensing the boiling rage within him, surging with black flames on its blade, akin to demonic fire!