Power was Heavenly Evil God's confidence. Even if he was no match for Zhou Yuan, it would be impossible for Zhou Yuan to kill him.
After all, his strength was right there for all to see. He was a god!
A god.
They stood above heaven and earth, and were not so easily slain. The reason the First Generation Saint God had lost back then was because of the divine artifact in Zhou Yuan's hand, as well as the irresistible tide of fate. That was why He had been defeated.
Things were different now. Heavenly Evil God had Hun Xiu by his side, a "god" no weaker than himself. It was even more impossible for Zhou Yuan to kill him.
With that being the case, why should Heavenly Evil God fear Zhou Yuan? Zhou Yuan did not possess the power to kill him in an instant.
Upon hearing Heavenly Evil God's words, Zhou Yuan smiled at him. There was a faint sense of farewell within that smile as he slowly raised an arm and extended a finger.
Zhou Yuan said calmly, "Goodbye, Heavenly Evil God. Just as fate decreed, the entire Saint Race will accompany you on your departure."
As his words fell, a glimmer of light appeared at his fingertip.
Whoosh! The light immediately flared brilliantly!
Terrifying power surged from his finger. In an instant, heaven and earth fell silent. Hun Xiu's robes fluttered wildly under a terrifying gale.
The entire void trembled! "Th-this..."
But once the gale dispersed, Hun Xiu's pupils suddenly contracted. He was utterly dumbfounded as he stared at Zhou Yuan with terror written all over his face. His eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.
His mind shook, waves crashing within it. He was utterly stunned.
Hun Xiu could no longer describe the shock in