The Left Guardian had voted with his feet and fled from the Celestial Venerable and the others.
But now, after ten months, they met again.
Ding Ling was so powerful that facing him gave the Left Guardian an even more heart-palpitating, terrifying feeling than facing the Celestial Venerable!
"Ding Ling is even stronger than the Celestial Venerable?!"
How had he cultivated?!
The Left Guardian's eyes slowly closed amid confusion, unwillingness, pain, jealousy, and envy.
If I had Ding Ling's legendary talent, would I still have to be this trifling Left Guardian...
With intense envy and jealousy in his heart,
the Left Guardian was utterly annihilated.
His death
was no less than the collapse of a supporting pillar, the shattering of dragon bones, or the loss of the state's sacred vessel to the members of the Demon Cult.
The Left Guardian had been the Demon Cult's pillar supporting the heavens.
He was dead.
The Demon Cult's spirit nearly dispersed completely.
It was only because Youquan usually barely managed the Demon Cult's members, while the Right Guardian had been suppressed and killed, that the Left Guardian had monopolized power and controlled all the Demon Cult's members.
But now that the Left Guardian was dead,
to the members of the Demon Cult, it was as if the pillar spanning the seas had shattered as well.
Their vital essence, spirit, and drive declined at a visible rate.
Their resistance clearly weakened.
This made it even more convenient for Ding Ling to slaughter them.
Ding Ling seemed to notice this as well. He looked down slightly at the Deep Sea Palace below and pondered.
"It seems I've just killed an extraordinary big shot, but what does that matter?"
To him,
even the Youquan Blood Demon was merely a grasshopper.
What did a mere Left Guardian