Just as everyone was reeling in shock, Morris, the "Hell Messenger," was the first to react. He was just as horrified, but after glancing at Ning Wangshu, his eyes flickered.
The next moment, he turned without hesitation and shot toward the exit at full speed...
The others noticed Morris's move and froze for a moment. Before they could come to their senses, Ning Wangshu's voice rang out: "The ten breaths are up. You can all die now!"
At that, everyone's faces changed dramatically.
Only then did they finally realize why Morris had suddenly rushed away.
"Not good! Run..."
They had witnessed Ning Wangshu mercilessly kill Dister, the foremost of the Holy Light Court's Three Great God Envoys, and shatter the Holy Light Court's holy artifact, the Holy Light Sword, right in his hands.
They now understood that Ning Wangshu's strength was beyond anything they could contend with.
As soon as they realized this, they all fled without hesitation.
Soto, Seron, and Alice exchanged glances, but unlike the others, they didn't flee at once. Instead, they hesitated.
"Soto, what should we do? Leave, or take a shot at that guy?"
Alice asked.
Soto glanced at the Xianyuan Fruit and gritted his teeth. "Now that Dister is dead and Morris has been scared off, as long as we can kill this man or drive him away, we can get the Divine Fruit!"
"His strength is formidable. He even killed Dister, who had the Holy Light Sword. But I refuse to believe he's so strong that the three of us together can't handle him!"
Seron looked at the Xianyuan Fruit, greed flashing in his eyes. "Exactly. Dister, with the Holy Light Sword, was indeed stronger than any one of us. But he could never have beaten any two of us working together."
"This