Thunder Fire Descent

Wang Sheng swept a faint glance over everyone in the hall.

Though his look was very calm, in the eyes of the hall members, it was as if they had been marked by Asura himself.

One by one, they trembled, the fear on their faces deepening, their bodies turning deathly pale, almost without the slightest trace of color.

Even with Bishop Liuyun, the five deacons, and the branch hall guard squad present, they could not feel the slightest bit of safety.

"Run!"

Yes, run. At this moment, they had only that one thought: the farther they could get from Wang Sheng and Dongfang Jinghan, the better.

What Spirit Hall glory, what duty to the branch hall, what bishops and deacons—all of it could damn well go to hell. Staying alive was what mattered most.

In just a few breaths, aside from those on the rooftop, all the hall members stumbled and scrambled out.

In the past, they had always taken pride in being people of Spirit Hall. At this moment, they wished they would never have to enter Spirit Hall again.

"Bastards!"

Bishop Liuyun cursed under his breath. But whether he was cursing Wang Sheng and Dongfang Jinghan, who had opened a slaughter, or these hall members who had abandoned them outright, no one knew.

However, from the moment the Frost Mist dispersed, his gaze had remained fixed on Wang Sheng and Dongfang Jinghan.

The hatred on his face was stronger than ever before. This was the first time in his life he had ever wanted to kill someone this badly.

Even when facing his old rival, the City Lord, he had never felt such an intense urge to kill.

"Tsk, tsk..."

Faced with Bishop Liuyun's Heaven-Surpassing killing intent, Wang Sheng did not care in the slightest. The corner of