Die if We Must, but Revenge Must Be Taken!

Anyone who could fight Su Changqing to the death was no good person. Besides, Saint Spirit Dao Ancestor had been born from a Chaos Stone. He did not even care about his own race, much less what Jiang Han thought.

After endless ages, interests had always come first.

Jiang Han's expression changed drastically. Kong Xuan, standing beside him, furrowed his brows and said, "Su Changqing obtained my Eight-Armed Phoenix Pattern God-Fiend. How could he possibly die like this..."

The Eight-Armed Phoenix Pattern God-Fiend had no soul, but its shell, that enormous body, was an absolute defensive treasure. As long as one hid within it, there was even a chance to climb out of the Abyss of Death.

"He had long conspired with the Soul Screamer and hidden here. Why would he not plot against us?" Saint Spirit Dao Ancestor said coldly. "I never meddle in others' affairs, but if the Ice Demon Tooth devours me, my holy light will be extinguished, and I will certainly die. Before I die, I will settle every grievance that must be settled!"

He had been hiding peacefully in the Abyss of Death to evade the gods and fiends, acting as an ancient schemer for countless ages, only to be tricked here by Su Changqing.

Now that he was inside the Ice Demon Tooth's belly, forget him—even a Transcendent Dao Ancestor like Hongjun, who had long merged with the Dao, would not be able to escape.

Die if they must, but revenge had to be taken!

Kong Xuan's brows remained tightly knit as he stared intently at the gradually collapsing Dao Platform. He simply did not believe that Su Changqing would die within the Nine Revolutions Fate Wheel Fish.

Within the boundless darkness of the internal space, only the shattered Dao Platform remained, gradually turning