Destroying the Saint Sect Master's Avatar. "Isn't it a little late to realize that now?"
Jiang Fan pointed a finger.
Hiss!
The sword light pierced into the core of the Black Mist.
Time seemed to freeze for an instant.
The next moment.
Boom!
That core collapsed in an instant, tearing apart like a rag.
The crimson eyes rapidly dimmed.
"Aaaargh!"
"Jiang Fan... I'll remember you..."
"I won't let you off..."
Jiang Fan frowned.
Then his figure flickered, appearing above the Altar. Spiritual Energy surged wildly as he tried to use the Altar's connection to link to the Holy Master's true body.
But the blood-red glow on the Altar rapidly went out, and the black statue shattered with a crack, turning into dust.
The Black Mist scattered, becoming black specks that filled the sky. There was no trace of the Holy Master left.
"What a pity!"
Jiang Fan murmured.
The palace returned to calm.
At that moment, only corpses all over the ground remained, along with dried bloodstains and the cyan sword light that had not yet fully dispersed.
Su Ying and the others stared blankly at the scene, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.
The Holy Master's avatar... had been cut down just like that?
Although it was only an avatar or projection, the pressure it had displayed was comparable to the high levels of the Saint Realm.
Even so, under Jiang Fan's cyan sword light, it still could not withstand a single blow.
Just how strong... was Jiang Fan?
"It's... over..."
A disciple of Canglan Holy Land swallowed, and his body finally gave out as he collapsed limply to the ground.
Jiang Fan turned and looked at Su Ying and the others.
"Are you all right?"
Wang Shouyi hurriedly cupped his hands.
"Many