"Could it really be true?" Hearing Killing Monk's words and seeing his expression, Chang Er Ding Guang Xian's courage completely crumbled.
He had not doubted Killing Monk's words. In the Great Wilderness, no one would dare impersonate a Saint-level powerhouse so boldly.
Yet this glaring answer only made the situation even more despairing!
How could this be possible? How could I have provoked an enemy at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin level? Chang Er Ding Guang Xian roared madly in his heart, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at Killing Monk.
Watching Chang Er Ding Guang Xian's ugly display and sensing the obsession in his heart that had basically dissipated,
a cold glint flashed through Killing Monk's eyes. He was unwilling to waste any more time on such a minor figure.
The Crescent Shovel in his hand came crashing down. "Today, I shall use your blood to honor the spirits of my clansmen in the heavens!"
Chang Er Ding Guang Xian was scared out of his wits. How could he still care about his dignity?
As he frantically retreated, he grabbed the Joyful Zen Sect disciples who had been knocked unconscious earlier and threw them in front of himself, hoping their fleshly bodies could help him withstand even a little of the Crescent Shovel's edge.
At the same time, he screamed toward the sky, "Saint, save me! Saint, save me!"
However, all his efforts were futile. How could a few mere disciples possibly withstand the Crescent Shovel's edge?
Jieyin and Zhunti in the sky were also being firmly suppressed by Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi at this moment. They could barely protect themselves, so naturally they had no strength to come down and save him.
Chang Er Ding Guang Xian could only watch helplessly as