Deep in the void, streams of saintly divine sense intertwined.
What had just happened was simply too shocking. North Nether Saint had personally made his move, slaying the four great powerhouses—Mad Slaughter Saint, Black Demon Ancestor, Ice Demon Saint, and Thunder Barbarian Saint. Such a record was enough to shake the universe.
Even saints turned their eyes toward it, secretly aghast.
"What exactly happened?"
"I heard that Mad Slaughter Saint joined forces with Black Demon Ancestor, Ice Demon Saint, and Thunder Barbarian Saint to ambush Old Ghost North Nether. But who would have thought they would be the ones to suffer instead? Old Ghost North Nether killed them all in one go—they could not even escape."
"Are you kidding? What medicine did Old Ghost North Nether take? How did he become this powerful?"
Many saints were utterly shaken. They were fairly familiar with North Nether Saint's strength and had thought that, as a newly ascended saint, he was stronger than Mad Slaughter Saint and the others, but not by much.
Yet now, he had effortlessly slain four great saints without allowing any of them to flee. That was an entirely different matter. Only someone far beyond Mad Slaughter Saint and the others could accomplish such a thing.
"I saw that scene just now. The one who killed Mad Slaughter Saint and the others was not Old Ghost North Nether's true body, but merely one of his projections." A saint in black wore a grave expression.
"That's ridiculous." Another saint, Baldy, was horrified, his face draining of color. "A mere projection wiped out the four of Mad Slaughter Saint? That is far too outrageous. It is simply impossible."
"Nothing is impossible. I witnessed it with my own eyes—could I be mistaken? If this old man is not wrong, he must have