"Se ... Senior, do you ... Do you still want anything else?"
The knife-scarred man knelt on the ground, shivering and his face pale.
He had always been arrogant, unafraid of the heavens and earth, and was known as the God of Slaughter. But at this moment, he was afraid.
The senior in front of him was too terrifying. He was a Dao severing expert, and the difference in strength was too great. It was so great that it made people completely despair.
In the eyes of such a person, he was probably just an ant that could be killed with a thought.
Who was this senior?
He was even more puzzled.
He knew that there were very few people on the Qi Yuan planet who had severed their Dao. Only the protectors of the great sects and families in the first and second continents, as well as the ninth continent's King Qin, were left.
And who is this?
"No need!"
Tang Hao said coldly.
