After casually cutting down the noisy guards and attendants, Bei Ji Tianzun turned his gaze back to Huangjue Shen.
Huangjue Shen was now thoroughly panicked. He hurriedly cried, "Y-you... don't kill me! J-just let me go, and I-I can guarantee that I won't pursue what happened today!"
"Even though you killed Xuanming True Monarch and Shouzhuo Tianzun, I can still persuade my father to let it go!"
At that moment, there wasn't a trace of the arrogance and overbearing confidence he'd shown earlier as the Third Prince of the Heavenly Wasteland Divine Dynasty. He was just like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy!
But unfortunately, how could Bei Ji Tianzun care what he said?
"Let it go? Heh. Do you think my young master and I would fear your puny Heavenly Wasteland Divine Dynasty? I'll tell you this: before my young master, your dynasty is nothing more than an ant, easily crushed with a wave of the hand."
Bei Ji Tianzun sneered, then continued, "Now, it's time for you to go..."
As he spoke, a cold glint flashed through Bei Ji Tianzun's eyes.
In the next moment, the hand he'd held open clenched tightly!
"No!"
Huangjue Shen let out a despairing wail. As he died, he cursed with resentment, "Just you wait! My father will kill you and avenge me..."
But before he could finish, he exploded with a bang, transforming into a cloud of blood mist that spread through the air...
Bei Ji Tianzun casually waved his hand, dispersing the blood mist before him.
Then he gave a faint snort. "Avenge you? Heh, what a pipe dream. It's only a little Heavenly Wasteland Divine Dynasty. Who knows whether my master will spare them—or wipe them out root and branch! Hmph—"
Bei Ji Tianzun curled his lip