"How brutal?"
Daoist Lu Ya swallowed hard, astonished by how swiftly a Saint had been torn apart by Yang Jian.
Even Qin Jun couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth, Yang Jian's performance exceeded his expectations.
Could this be the terrifying wrath of the god of war?
Patriarch Bodhi stroked his beard and sighed, "Yang Jian now truly deserves the title of war god!"
Xuandu remained silent, his feelings were incredibly complex; surpassed by his junior, he felt both shocked and ashamed.
Upon the death of the Saint, thunderclouds gathered rapidly out of nowhere.
Flashes of lightning and peals of thunder suddenly filled the empty universe, causing the beings fighting across the various continents to look up.
The horrific death of Grand Immortal Changde was witnessed by many beings and the news spread quickly.
"Grand Immortal Changde is dead?"
"Nonsense! Aren't Saints supposed to be immortal?"
"But he was up against another saint..."
"Saints can die? Bullshit!"
