C1029 The Son of God Who Was the Most Miserable(part I)

Zheng Pingshan remained silent, but his eyes were cold as ice.

"Time to send you on your way!"

The Holy Son Zheng Pingshan's eyes blazed with murderous intent. He wielded a battle sword, unearthed from various perilous places and reforged. With a single swing, it cleaved through the heavens, its brilliant light outshining the sky itself. The sword's light swept across like an unstoppable force