In Wildman Forest, there was an instant of silence.
Jiang Wang released his already crimson hand, released his sword, and withdrew his Star Tower. Yet that near-tangible killing intent did not disperse... like a giant stone sinking into his solemn eyes.
"Is he dead?" Shi Si asked.
"Lei Zhangan is dead. This Zhang Linchuan is not."
Chongxuan Chuliang's Life-Cutting Blade had vanished somewhere unknown. He had seen too much in his life, and no emotional ripple stirred within him. He merely frowned slightly. "This person is not simple. Human Path, yet not human; Divine Path, yet not divine. A Puppet Body, yet not a Puppet Body; possession, yet not possession... It may be some kind of Supernatural Power founded upon fate."
If it had been something like possession, he would have seen through it at a glance. How would this evil thing dare board Qi State's ship again?
Judging from the manifestation of this Supernatural Power alone, Zhang Linchuan was practically Lei Zhangan himself. Clearly, it accorded with the path of fate, and so Chongxuan Chuliang had drawn certain conclusions.
Chongxuan Sheng said, "Could it be that even you cannot destroy him completely?"
"How could it be so easy? He was not truly standing before me. This was merely an existence akin to an avatar..." Chongxuan Chuliang said flatly. "My blade crossed worlds and severed only three hundred years of his true body's lifespan, cutting him down from the rank of True God."
Shi Si blinked. This was a power beyond anything she could imagine.
"Can you lock onto Zhang Linchuan's true body?" Chongxuan Sheng pressed. "Where is he now?"
Even putting aside his feelings for Jiang Wang, his killing intent toward Zhang Linchuan had reached its peak.
This cult leader was truly brazen beyond measure. The thought of it