Chaos Supreme Reincarnation

Zhang Junjian's roar exploded in the void like thunder, making the gods' eardrums buzz and their faces turn pale. Their voices seemed to carry endless anger and majesty, making the gods feel fearful, and for a moment no one dared to step forward to fight.

However, in this tense atmosphere, Zhang Junjian suddenly fell into deep thought. His thoughts traveled through time and space and returned to his previous life. At that time, these gods had jointly planned an operation to siege him and tried to put him to death. This memory made him feel a strong indignation in his heart, and his eyes flashed with a cold light.

He took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and looked at the gods in front of him. Every god had a look of hesitation and uneasiness on his face, and was obviously intimidated by his momentum. But Zhang Junjian knew that they would not retreat easily, because they had come this far and there was no turning back.

"You despicable guys, I died because of your conspiracy in my previous life, and I didn't expect that you would repeat the same tricks in this life?" His voice was low and cold, full of contempt and ridicule.

The gods looked uglier after hearing this, but no one dared to respond to his question. They knew that in the face of such a powerful opponent, any words would be superfluous. Only strength could determine the final victory or defeat.

At this time, an old man in a black robe walked out of the crowd. His figure was illusory and vague, as if he did not belong to this world.

"Zhang Junjian, although you are the Supreme Lord of Chaos, how can you compete with us gods alone?" The old man's voice was icy cold.

Zhang Junjian sneered, swung the sword in his hand, and a sharp sword energy whizzed out, heading straight for the old man.

"Even if I'm alone, I'm enough to kill you hypocritical gods!"

The sword energy was raging, and a fierce battle broke out with the old man. Seeing this, the other gods used their magical powers to try to besiege Zhang Junjian.

However, Zhang Junjian flashed and shuttled among the statues like a ghost, waving the sword in his hand, and each sword contained the power to destroy the world.

Zhang Junjian's swordsmanship was like a violent storm, overwhelming the gods. Each of his attacks seemed random, but in fact, they were full of mysteries that were hard to predict.

During the fierce battle, Zhang Junjian suddenly discovered the weakness of the gods. He seized the opportunity and used a special skill. With a flash of sword light, he instantly pierced through the body of a god.

The god screamed and fell to the ground. The other gods were shocked when they saw this. They did not expect Zhang Junjian's strength to be so terrifying.

Zhang Junjian pursued the enemy with his sword skills becoming more and more fierce. The gods gradually could not resist and began to retreat step by step.

In the fierce battle, the black-robed old man's face became more and more solemn. He stared at the gods fighting with Zhang Junjian and sighed in his heart. It might be difficult for the gods to win this battle today. Zhang Junjian's strength was too strong, his swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and every move contained endless power.

The old man in black robes knew that if they continued to fight, the gods might suffer heavy losses. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he had the idea of ​​retreating. He decided to lead the gods to escape from here and preserve their strength for another fight in the future.

The old man in black robe flashed in front of the gods. He shouted, "Gods, listen to my order, follow me and retreat!" Upon hearing this, the gods stopped attacking and followed the old man in black robe to retreat.