The True Saint was beheaded. Amid blinding light, saint blood surged into the heavens, and that head was pierced through in midair by the great halberd in Wang Yusheng's hand.
This scene deeply shook Wang Dao. His father had slaughtered a saint here!
Back then, with a single command from some of this dojo's higher-ups, he had found no path to heaven and no gate into the earth. Compared to that, the contrast now was far too stark.
The patriarch of Tattoo Palace had his head severed and nailed to the gleaming halberd blade. Saint blood glittered, terrifying Dao Rhyme boiled, and the entire cosmic dojo was torn apart.
In the world of supernatural beings, within an Alien's understanding, this was an unimaginable sight. For a True Saint to enter the fray and suffer such a miserable fate...
There was no need to say more. Once this scene was transmitted outside, it would inevitably detonate the entire starry sky and become the greatest storm of this epoch in the Supernatural Realm.
"Back then, it would have been one thing if you personally left seclusion to kill me. But an old True Saint like you actually went after my son as well, deducing his whereabouts until he could only extract his own Imperial Dao True Bone. Today, I am here, and my descendant is here too. What means do you have left?" Great King spoke, voicing his displeasure.
The light of Wang Dao's Primordial Spirit rose and fell violently. His biological father... every father should be like Wang Yusheng.
He felt that he too needed to grow stronger, strong enough to shield his descendants from wind and rain.
"Wang Yusheng, I have lost today, but I have seen the future. You will meet an even more miserable end than I will."