Killing a Saint was an exceedingly troublesome process.
But Dongfang Hou had been single-mindedly seeking death in order to protect the foundation of the Fusang Divine Wood, so naturally, things had been different...
Two or three breaths after he had fallen, an echo like muffled thunder came from the sky.
It was the sound of the cosmos disintegrating...
Dongfang Hou had dismantled his own cosmos.
Han Qingdi looked up at the sky. Listening to the muffled rumble of the cosmos collapsing, he wore a faintly mocking smile. "This is how ants are. Even if they sacrifice themselves, they still cannot find a way to preserve everything..."
Ling Shu heard these words, but merely let out a long, quiet sigh.
After Han Cangyan had slaughtered the several hundred members of the Eastern Family, the Han Family disciples finally could not hold themselves back and charged forward...
The Eastern Family had stood at the forefront for so many years that its accumulated foundation was unimaginably deep.
They did not care about Han Qingdi's origins or the grudge between him and the Eastern Family. One by one, they swarmed toward the Eastern Family's Medicine Garden, alchemical formulas, and artifact sects like locusts...
"Rumble..."
Some were too impatient to wait and directly smashed open a hall. This immediately attracted the covetous eyes of hundreds of people, who surged inside all at once...
Cheers and screams rang out without end. In the course of the plunder, some Han Family disciples even turned on one another.
The Eastern Family's once orderly, scattered buildings were instantly reduced to ruins. Before long, the entire floating island was a scene of devastation.
In truth, Han Qingdi could originally have taken over the Eastern Family Floating Island intact. But today, he wanted to vent the fury he had accumulated over