Faced with Chu Zheng's demand, Shi Ri Yu's reply was without the slightest hesitation, not even a blink of his eyes.
It was as if Chu Zheng had asked him to slay not the Ancestor of Martial Arts, but an insignificant ant, for he didn't regard the three terrifying figures above as worthy of notice at all.
The moment his words fell, Shi Ri Yu stood up swiftly, sharply looking back at the sky, which was in upheaval due to a terrifying aura.
The Gang wind, sharp as knives, surged down from the cracks of the shattered sky, the blood-red garment flapping fiercely in the wind.
Shi Ri Yu's gaze, burning like fire, instantly crossed the boundless void, landing on the three figures suspended in the sky. His right hand grasped the void, and in his palm appeared a blood-colored long spear engulfed with ominous Blood Fiend Qi, its spearhead flowing with dark red annihilation thunder.
The spear's blade trembled, emitting a humming sound.
