Watching Gu An step on the Great Profound Yin Sovereign's head, both Zhang Buku and Xu You felt a rush of satisfaction. Who told the Great Profound Yin Sovereign to be so arrogant before?
Old Ancestor Honggan, however, felt fear.
He had not seen clearly how the two Saints had exchanged spells, but he could judge one thing: the gap in strength between the two Saints was enormous.
Could there be divisions of realm even among Saints?
If he had not sensed the Great Profound Yin Sovereign's aura before, he would have found it hard to imagine that the Great Profound Yin Sovereign, now trampled beneath Gu An's foot, was actually a Saint.
With his face being stepped on, the Great Profound Yin Sovereign could barely see Gu An's features. Fury and fear intertwined in his eyes, and he could not answer Gu An's question.
All along, he had been the one humiliating the weak. This was the first time he had suffered such disgrace. He was close to madness, yet he did not dare flare up, nor was he able to.
"Remember this feeling. Those living beings who were forced to submit to you felt it too. They even suffered more than you, because they were losing the people they cared about, while you only have yourself."
Gu An spoke coldly. As his words fell, he directly crushed the Great Profound Yin Sovereign's head underfoot, and its flesh and blood turned into scorching vapor and dispersed.
The Great Profound Yin Sovereign's physical body stood not far away, then toppled backward.
Everything seemed to have settled like dust.
Zhang Buku withdrew his gaze and looked at the father in his arms. The agitation in his heart was also fading away.
Gu An arrived beside Zhang Buku in a single step