Boom!!
Where the sword light passed, the Blood Sea split in two, leaving a chasm that remained unhealed for a thousand years!!
Where the sword light passed, Ming He's Evil Corpse was reduced to dust in an instant, its soul obliterated. Only a spark of spiritual light remained within the Blood Sea, slowly recovering. After a long while, it finally reappeared, weakened beyond measure!
After the sword light passed, Ming He's Three Corpses gazed toward the void with wariness and terror in their eyes. They immediately clasped their hands and apologized!
"Senior Brother Tongtian, we never intended to kill Lin Changqing. We only wanted to investigate his technique!"
The one who spoke was the most powerful of them, the Self Corpse. At that moment, he was utterly terrified.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort came from the void, making Ming He's Three Corpses tremble uncontrollably.
"Had that not been the case, the one I cut down would have been your true self!"
Tongtian's voice rang out again, and cold sweat instantly covered Ming He's forehead.
His eyes were filled with fear, yet he could only smile helplessly.
That was what it meant to face a Saint. Even though Ming He boasted that he would endure as long as the Blood Sea remained, before a Saint, all he could do was tremble in fear.
After all, even if they couldn't kill you, Saints had plenty of ways to torment you!
Especially a Saint as powerful as this one.
Ming He could at least put up some resistance against the Western Saints and even issue a threat.
But facing Tongtian? Sorry, one sword strike could take each of them out. They didn't dare resist at all!
Only then did the formidable aura in the void slowly fade. Ming He's Three Corpses let out a