The crisp sound of flesh being torn apart kept ringing.

A piece of flesh and blood was directly torn apart by Chen Changming, and black and red blood slowly flowed.

On the ground, the man let out a scream and kept struggling, but was pressed tightly to the ground by Chen Changming.

He raised his right arm and slapped Chen Changming on the back, making a series of crisp sounds. He tried hard to shake him off, but he couldn't do it at all.

"Brother Changming!"

In the corner, Zhao Zheng couldn't help but cover his eyes, his face turned livid at this moment, and he didn't dare to look at the tragic situation in front of him.

On the side, Shang Zhong's face was also ugly.

He looked in front of him and could clearly see the changes in front of him.

Between Chen Changming and the man, the two threads of fate were spreading, and they were both shaking violently at this moment.

When Chen Changming fell into a disadvantage just now, the originally stable power of destiny in Chen Changming was burning, which promoted his own cultivation.

But after that, although Chen Changming's strength increased, it completely lost control.

The originally independent thread of fate now has impurities, it is no longer pure and has become like that man.

Fate is no longer pure. Even if Chen Changming wins this battle and kills the man, he is destined to be unable to truly become the Spiritual King and can only become a puppet.

In this way, things are equivalent to returning to the same place, the only difference is that the puppet has changed into a different person.

"Is this the backlash of the power of destiny?"

Looking at Chen Changming below who was tearing and biting the man's flesh and blood, Shang Zhong's face turned pale. At this moment, a thought flashed through his mind.
Chapter completed!