Although Wind Lord was a God Corpse, his combat strength had declined severely, far from comparable to his peak.
But he had once been a god, after all.
A starved camel was still bigger than a horse. No matter how weakened Wind Lord was, he still far surpassed immortals. Yet this old man called Liu Sanji had erased him so effortlessly—he was anything but simple.
"He was roaring, unwilling to die like this, but in the end, I subdued him!" Liu Sanji explained to Xiao Chen.
"Liu Sanji, you're something else now! Such a terrifying god, and you killed him just like that!" Xiao Chen punched Liu Sanji and laughed as he scolded him.
He could not help feeling wistful. The world was far too unpredictable. That old soldier who had once been so miserable he could not even afford a wife, who had needed to spy on widows bathing to relieve his desires, could now snuff out gods with a flick of his finger!
"Hehe, Young Master, you flatter me. It really wasn't as exaggerated as you say! He should have died long ago. I merely advised him not to resist and to follow me to the Netherworld for reincarnation!"
"Then why didn't I see his soul?"
"He refused to cooperate, so I hit a little too hard and accidentally wiped out both his body and soul. Ah, come to think of it, this is rather troublesome too. Once I return, I'll have to write a report and explain this matter to my superior." Liu Sanji sighed.
Xiao Chen's eyelids twitched. With one careless blow, he had scattered a god's soul to the winds!
That was far too brutal!
"Cough, cough, cough!" At that moment, Qiongqi, lying on the ground, began coughing violently. His Soul Fire dimmed several degrees