Murderous spirit filled the air between Heaven and earth.

Tragic screams rose and fell one after another.

Yang Tianwu had made a powerful move. He struck a silver light sword down from the sky, without caring who was right or wrong and had killed many people at once.

“Father, father, wake up...” A young man was hugging the mangled half body of his father, crying out in grief. Then, with his eyes flashing a blood coloured light, he charged towards the [Iron Heart ...