Oscar's Death!

Oscar Dies!

Qian Cheng suddenly clenched his fist!

Bang!

A deafening boom erupted like thunder!

Flender's Divine Body instantly exploded in midair!

Pale bone fragments and scarlet blood rained down from the sky, while black eagle feathers, stained red, slowly drifted to the ground.

The air was thick with the stench of blood. The scene was utterly gruesome.

"Dean!"

Oscar and Tang San let out furious, grief-stricken roars at the same time.

Oscar's eyes instantly turned red!

Like a madman, he rushed toward the chunks of flesh falling from the sky, trying to piece Flender's body back together.

But the moment those pieces of flesh touched him, they turned to ash.

Tang San, meanwhile, trembled all over. His fists were clenched tight, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

A God had been crushed to death right before their eyes!

Even his soul had failed to escape, completely annihilated by that strange power!

"Do you understand now?"

"So-called Rank 1 Gods and Rank 2 Gods are no different from ordinary people on the roadside in my eyes!"

"However many come, I'll kill them all!"

Qian Cheng looked coldly at the two before him.

"Impossible! That's absolutely impossible!"

"You clearly haven't become a God! How could you possess such terrifying god-tier combat power?"

"Poseidon is a Rank 1 God! How could he fear you? You're lying!"

Tang San abruptly raised his head and shouted in disbelief, his voice carrying a trace of breakdown.

He refused to believe it.

The god-level power he had pursued so desperately was actually so fragile before Qian Cheng.

If what Qian Cheng said was true, then wouldn't all his years of effort be a joke?

"In my understanding, so-called Gods are merely a little stronger than ordinary soul masters. There's nothing special about them."

Qian Cheng