Desire to Slaughter a Loose Saint

A restless atmosphere hung over Abyss City, mainly because the Cosmic Mother Lotus continued to crumble, revealing more and more scenes of battle.

"What happened in the final battle? Was that top-tier figure, who wielded the Ten Thousand Stars Saint Hammer and unleashed the Creation Slaughter, seemingly shaken down and killed?"

"Remove the word 'killed.' How easy would it be to blast such an unparalleled powerhouse to death?" Someone instinctively glanced at the Feather-Clad Old Man's gloomy face.

"That's true. It's hard to say who he was fighting. Even the radiant-wheel divine ability that sent him flying looked unfamiliar. Could it have been the Prehistoric Inheritance?"

The various Heavenly Lords exchanged messages in secret, all stealing glances at the Feather-Clad Old Man's increasingly ugly expression.

Because according to his earlier deduction, the one eliminated had to be the Feather Robe Daoist!

The Feather-Clad Old Man couldn't figure it out. Who could unleash such terrifying battle prowess and repel the Feather Robe Daoist, who possessed the combat power of a Loose Saint?

It made no sense. It simply couldn't be explained!

Even if the Yin Yang Life and Death Wheel belonged to an exceptionally unorthodox Prehistoric Inheritance,

the Feather Robe Daoist likewise possessed one of the peerless inheritances in the Divine Scripture's final three pages. Yet during the slaughter, he hadn't activated it!

"Trust the young master." He closed his eyes, wanting neither to see nor think.

The various factions were also regretting that the scenes inside the Cosmic Mother Lotus were too hazy, preventing them from appreciating the peak clash between the Saint Star Masters.

The White Tiger, on the other hand, relaxed considerably. Humming a little tune, she could tell from the fragments of battle inside the Cosmic Mother Lotus that all those Saint Star Masters were locked in