Investing in the Empress's junior sister, she broke through her defenses after comparison.

“Showing off something like this, you’re not ashamed, I’m embarrassed for you.”

Ye Feng's words were like a resounding slap across Xue Qianqiu's face.

His old face, contorted with rage, instantly turned a deep liver color.

What a shame!

He has reigned supreme for thousands of years, and he has never suffered such humiliation!

His most prized imperial weapon, the one he was most proud of, was described by him as a broken pot for stewing soup.

"You arrogant brat!"

Xue Qianqiu laughed in extreme anger, his chilling laughter echoing in the trembling void. The boiling bloodthirsty aura around him almost solidified, enveloping his entire body.

What kind of divine weapon do you possess?

He stared intently at Ye Feng, his scarlet eyes filled with undisguised brutality and murderous intent.

"How dare you be so arrogant?"

"You don't take my Blood God Cauldron seriously?"

Xue Qianqiu simply didn't believe it! He didn't believe that there was any weapon in the world that could compare to his ferocious weapon, which was forged from the blood, flesh, and souls of hundreds of gods!

He'd like to take a good look!

What can this arrogant, drunken brat possibly have to offer?

Faced with his almost murderous gaze, Ye Feng simply lazily raised his wine gourd and took another big gulp of wine.

He smacked his lips, exhaled a strong smell of alcohol, and then slowly said, "You, open your dog eyes wide and watch carefully!"

Before he could finish speaking, his usually calm voice suddenly turned deep.

"My Thunder Emperor Sword!"

Boom——!

As he uttered the last three words, Ye Feng no longer concealed anything!

The primordial energy within him was like an ancient dragon that had been dormant for billions of years, awakening at this moment!

An indescribable, terrifying pressure erupted from his body!

In an instant, the crimson blood moon in the sky let out a mournful cry and exploded, turning into countless blood-red light spots!

The entire space of the Blood Nether Holy Land was violently distorted and collapsed at this moment!

A bolt of purple-gold lightning burst forth from between Ye Feng's eyebrows, shooting straight into the heavens!

Amidst the lightning, an ancient sword, simple yet domineering, seemingly bearing the will of all thunder in the world, slowly emerged!

When this sword is drawn, all things in heaven and earth fall silent!

There was no overwhelming blood energy like that of the Blood God Cauldron, no nauseating stench; all that remained was pure, ultimate destruction and judgment!

Countless intricate lightning runes flowed across the sword's blade, each rune resembling a complete world of lightning. Purple-gold arcs of electricity leaped wildly across the edge, each flash easily tearing open bottomless spatial rifts!

A vast and boundless imperial might swept across the land!

Under this imperial might, the colossal Blood God Cauldron, standing ten thousand feet tall, emitted a mournful "humming" sound. The blood flowing on the cauldron's body instantly congealed, and the vengeful spirits on the divine and demonic reliefs were unable to even utter a wail, directly crushed into nothingness by this domineering aura!

The mountain gate of the Blood Nether Holy Land, which was made of countless bones, cracked inch by inch under this pressure and collapsed with a roar!

The earth trembled! The void wailed!

The entire Blood Nether Holy Land was plunged into apocalyptic panic because of the appearance of this sword!

"Wow!"

Xiao Baiyu was the first to exclaim in surprise. Her usually smiling eyes were now wide open, filled with shock and ecstasy: "What...what an amazing Thunder Emperor Sword!"

The six immortal flames within her body had all quieted down at this moment, as if they were paying homage to their emperor!

"Big Brother is so awesome!"

Jiang Keke jumped up excitedly, her big, bright eyes sparkling with countless little stars. She made no attempt to hide her admiration and cheered loudly!

Murong Qingqing didn't speak, but a sincere smile bloomed on her serene and pretty face, feeling endless pride for her beloved senior brother.

Li Yanran's usually calm and steady body trembled slightly at this moment, completely shocked by the supreme divine power contained in the sword.