The Tyrant Demon Dragon Saint's eyes flickered with shock. "So powerful!! A Great Saint was cut down just like that! Truly incredible. After only a few years apart, he had already reached such heights. It's simply unbelievable."
An Chaman Demon Great Saint stood quietly amidst the void, watching Yang Feng's back with burning light in his eyes. "Terrifying! He actually grew to this extent. Worthy indeed of being my master!!"
Back then, An Chaman Demon Great Saint had voluntarily become Yang Feng's servant and allowed him to place restrictions upon him only to seek life amid death. The stronger Yang Feng became, the more wholeheartedly he acknowledged this master.
Yang Feng swept his gaze across the void. The powerful Saints there who harbored hostility toward the human race each used secret arts to conceal their auras, not daring to meet his eyes.
"Heavenly Saint, you've finally come!!"
A voice rang out across the Saint Battlefield. A speck of lightning suddenly bloomed from the deepest reaches of the starry sky. In an instant, lightning flashed, silver serpents danced, and a terrifying storm of thunder and lightning surged from the starfield.
Wherever that incomparably terrifying lightning storm passed, all energy was absorbed and transformed into waves of horrifying lightning.
Abandoned stars were swept by the lightning storm, their remaining energy drained dry and transformed into stars blazing with lightning, which sank into the storm.
Within that lightning storm that destroyed and assimilated everything, a figure stood proudly, treading upon an endless sea of thunder and crossing the void step by step toward this place.
That figure radiated an aura of dominating the world and being invincible in every direction. He was Zhao Quan, Little Thunder Emperor, the reincarnation of the Ancient Second Thunder Emperor's soul.
Within that world of flashing lightning, every