The incomplete sheet of paper radiated billions of strands of light, yet it was a blood-curdling crimson, as if blood were dripping from it. From the moment it appeared, the expressions of the True Saints present all changed.
The Kill List had actually appeared here!
Yet Wang Zesheng's reaction left them equally stunned. He stretched out a huge hand and slapped it, with not a single kind word to spare as he cursed under his breath.
With a bang, the scarlet Kill List, still slowly approaching, took a slap from him.
Old Wang held nothing back this time. Dense Supreme Markings covered his hand as he truly struck with vicious force.
"What kind of garbage is this sheet of paper painted with? A dead man's face, a dog's kidney—ugly as sin, and it's even brimming with hostility toward me?"
One slap did not vent Wang Zesheng's anger. He immediately followed with another, making the crimson talisman paper shake violently and roar as scarlet radiance surged into the heavens.
This was the Kill List. It slaughtered True Saints every era and was no ordinary sheet of paper. It seemed to possess a certain degree of intelligence.
Clearly, it was somewhat dumbfounded. It had not even attacked; it had merely sensed something and appeared here, only to receive two slaps first?
What sort of person was this? What kind of dog temper was this? It had not even thoroughly judged his nature before he started hitting it, enraging its hazy consciousness.
In an instant, the Kill List turned red-purple, and layer upon layer of divine symbols surfaced upon it, assembling into Old Wang's figure.
Wang Zesheng sensed that something was wrong. In a flash, a black umbrella canopy appeared above his head, slowly rotating and transforming the supernatural into eternal silence.
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