C371 The Death of Chaos God

Within Feng Zhentian's mind swirled a maelstrom of frenzied battle scenes. The faces of the combatants were indistinct, yet Feng Zhentian recognized his master as the man radiating a soft grey glow. Clutching a sword, his master would cleave the very void with a single swing.

His adversary was cloaked in a thick, black miasma, wielding an axe capable of splitting mountains