Purple Thorn Island Master killed too ruthlessly and too swiftly, and his words were more vehement than ever before.
The surrounding inheritors were intimidated by this display of power. They could only watch helplessly as he and Bai Yang vanished together, unable to utter a word.
Deserving death a thousand times over? Pursue them to the very end!?
Sword Mist King had caught the Ancestral God Sect's eye and been recruited as an important member, hadn't he?
No one voiced that thought aloud, but every inheritor present who had witnessed the entire process was thinking the same thing.
Where the three Universe Venerables had stood, only a dragon-claw-shaped crater remained, proving that they had once existed.
Nothing had been left behind there. Clearly, the three...