"Cough, cough... cough, cough, cough..."
From the deep pit, Wang Tianqi, Nangong Gu, and Jian Wuming—the three old bastards—supported one another as they crawled out.
They looked worse than ghosts.
But the smiles on their faces were more brilliant than ever.
"Keep fighting! Go on!"
Wang Tianqi pointed at Yang Lingtian, who lay in a pool of blood, laughing so hard that tears streamed from his eyes.
"You little bastard, weren't you arrogant? Weren't you going to slaughter gods?"
"How come you're lying there like a dead dog now?"
Jian Wuming's face was even more venomous. Covering his ear, which had been sliced off, he screamed hysterically:
"Everyone, don't kill them right away."
"Chop off their hands and feet. I'll turn them into human sticks and raise them in a cesspit!"
Shameless. Vicious. This was the face of the so-called righteous sects.
When they won, they humiliated their opponents to the fullest; when they lost, they called people over to gang up on them.
The watching Rogue Cultivators lowered their heads one after another, unable to bear looking any longer.
Was a generation's prodigy really about to fall?
What a pity. If they were given time to grow, they would surely have a place in the Divine Realm.
"It's over."
The Nine Star Sword Sect's Supreme Elder in the air slowly raised his hand.
The other five Divine Kings also circulated their divine power at the same time.
Six beams of light capable of destroying heaven and earth converged at a single point in the sky.
The terrifying energy fluctuations caused the surrounding space to shatter inch by inch like a mirror.
With this strike, let alone two heavily wounded Divine Lords—
even a Mid Divine King Realm expert would be reduced to ashes, without so much as a scrap