As Song Zhong released his lightning, he flew up to Hurricane Saint, who had not been blasted to death by him, and said in a low voice, "You weren't killed by my instant bombardment. You do have a little strength. No wonder you were so rampant at the start."
Although Hurricane Saint had not died, more than half of his entire body had been blown away, and his aura had become incomparably weak. He struggled to open his only remaining eye and looked at the cultivator before him, whose Soul God shone with lightning, his gaze filled with disbelief.
This cultivator had actually severely injured him in an instant, and had even severely injured his Senior Brother.
Why? Why could a cultivator be powerful to such a degree?
He had thought his own talent was already at the very peak of this reincarnation, but before the cultivator in front of him, he seemed no different from any other cultivator.
Nor could it be said there was no difference. The other party had said he had endured one blow without dying, so he had a little strength.
Just listen to that.
In the other party's eyes, whether someone could withstand one strike from him was the standard by which strength was judged.
And a cultivator like this was only one clone. Senior Brother had said the other party had five such clones in total.
Then...
Then weren't the cultivators in the other two passages miserable too?
They were all going to die!
Who could stop a cultivator like this?
Then, was his universe going to be destroyed?
"Actually, your talent really is very strong. Among the Saints I've encountered so far, you can rank in the top three. Unfortunately, you met me."
Song Zhong lightly raised his hand and swept it