Su Yu did not feel that there was anything wrong with him.
He just felt a little regretful!
Not to mention killing a heavenly venerate, killing a heavenly king would have been fine, but in the end, he was indeed a trash of the False Dao. Even if he self-destructed, he would only be able to kill two of them in the immortal soul third level. It would be a waste of a heavenly king’s strength.
Far away.
Heavenly venerate Mo was burning with anger. Further away, heavenly venerate desolate was shaking the ground. He was also feeling a little stifled as he shouted, “Heavenly venerate mo, be careful! Also, the other races are not enemies in the immortal soul third level. Don’t push them too far!”
Other than the human race, which was a must-kill, any other race could be roped in.
From his point of view, heavenly venerate Mo might have pushed it too far.
And heavenly venerate Mo was in pain!
Did I push it?
Bullshit!
