Grand Supreme Saint.
Primeval Lord of Heaven!
Sect Master Tongtian!
Nuwa.
The four saw that Hongjun was wounded and prepared to strike while the iron was hot, attacking Hongjun once more. Things had already come to this point.
Either Hongjun died, or they perished.
They had no choice.
They could only attack.
Even wounded, Hongjun was still the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao. His strength was not to be underestimated. What were four mere Saints to him?
They posed no great threat to him at all! Hongjun was utterly enraged.
They were merely Saints.
Yet they wanted to overturn the heavens.
To slay their master!
Then die!
Hongjun said, "You are courting death!"
"Then die completely!"
He raised his hand.
He struck out with his palm.
Heavily wounded.
One palm strike, one heavily wounded opponent! Sect Master Tongtian roared, "Old bastard, if you want us dead, then join us in the grave!"
As he spoke.
Sect Master Tongtian self-destructed!
BOOM!
Sect Master Tongtian self-destructed.
Another Saint self-destructed, and terrifying shockwaves spread outward.
"Third Brother!"
When Grand Supreme Saint and Primeval Lord of Heaven saw Sect Master Tongtian self-destruct, their eyes reddened, and tears finally fell! Though there had always been rifts between them and their relationship had been poor!
At a time like this.
They still shed tears.
When it truly mattered, only brothers could be relied upon.
The shockwaves dissipated.
The smoke cleared.
Hongjun's figure appeared once more.
This time.
Hongjun looked even more bedraggled, bedraggled to the extreme. His body was covered in blood, his Daoist robe tattered and stained crimson!
His hair was disheveled, and he was utterly filthy.
At this moment, where was even a trace of Dao Ancestor Hongjun or Heavenly Dao Hongjun about him? He was hardly any different from a beggar by the