The corpse plopped to the ground like a headless frog, its limbs spasming violently.
Chen Shouyi withdrew his palm and looked at the blood on it.
He felt disgusted.
With a buzzing sound, his palm blurred for a moment, and the blood instantly splattered in all directions.
Just then, he sensed something strange about the atmosphere. Turning his head, he saw He Qingming beside him, his face splattered with blood and his expression stunned.
Chen Shouyi froze slightly, then said apologetically, "Commander He, sorry about that. I used a little too much force!"
"Oh, oh!" He Qingming finally came back to his senses. He hurriedly wiped his face and said, "It's fine, it's fine. I'll just wash it off."
Being splashed with blood was a minor matter.
He did not care about it at all.
The problem was, killing the Avatar of the God of Conspiracy's descent in such a simple and brutal way seemed somewhat inappropriate.
After all, the other party was a True God. What if he flew into a rage...? Although the army had already deployed heavy forces along the border to guard against any possible moves by the God of Conspiracy, their forces were limited. In the end, it still felt somewhat unsafe.
He opened his mouth, but finally closed it again.
Reading could let a person speak calmly with an idiot, while martial arts could make an idiot speak calmly with you.
Facing a human who was very likely the most powerful in all of human history, no matter how much he cursed inwardly or how bad his temper was, he could only hold it in and think about it silently.
On the other side, the envoys who had just been kneeling on the ground praying saw the twitching corpse and instantly broke down, unable