Far away, on a planet in the depths of the universe.
"Hmm?!"
Mad Slaughter Saint's eyes snapped open, revealing a horrifying gleam that seemed to pierce through the void. He had sensed that the marks he had left on the Seven Killers had vanished.
This meant that the Seven Killers were already dead—not one had survived.
"What useless trash, to actually be killed?!"
Mad Slaughter Saint's expression turned incomparably grim. He had originally thought to use the Seven Killers' strength to eliminate North Nether Saint's disciple. Yet those pieces of trash had barely even seen Xia Ping before being cut down on the spot.
He was furious beyond measure, yet there was nothing he could do.
If he chose to act now, North Nether Saint would certainly discover him. Then he might be dragged into it as well and hunted down by North Nether Saint; the loss would outweigh the gain.
"Damn it. I'll spare your dog life for now, but next time won't be so simple." Mad Slaughter Saint snorted coldly, swiftly regaining his composure.
This operation had merely been a whim of his, an idle move casually placed on the board. Success would naturally have been good, but failure meant nothing either.
In any case, there were opportunities everywhere in this world. Sooner or later, he would have a chance to kill North Nether Saint's disciple.
With that thought, Mad Slaughter Saint closed his eyes once more and continued cultivating. With every breath he took, the entire planet seemed to form a massive vortex. Blood-colored clouds shrouded the planet as they inhaled and exhaled the energy from the depths of the universe.
At this moment, Soul Hall of Huaining City.
After Xia Ping killed the Seven Killers and seized all the Space Rings on their bodies, he