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Hu——
The wind, like a sprite, swept by, scattering the dust around Yuan Hong as if it were mist; the Sacred Beasts lying nearby quickly shrank to their original forms, quietly lying amidst the ruins.
Yuan Hong, standing proudly atop a boulder, had a face filled with scorn as he muttered, "Choose the wrong master and you pay with your life!"
Whether in his past life or this one, he had fought countless battles and long ago lost any sense of pity.
To not kill an enemy means the enemy will kill you!
In every era, one has no control over their own fate!
In the distance, the celestial soldiers were battling the cultivators of the Four Divine Sect. This was the Sect's main base, boasting over a million cultivators. However, the tragic deaths of Zheng Meixuan and the other elders had already caused most to flee, the remaining being either weaklings unable to escape in time or loyal fools.
