Yet Su Tao merely turned his head slightly and glanced at them.
That glance was cold, hollow, devoid of any emotion.
As though he were looking at three ants.
"Too late."
He spoke softly.
His voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly in every ear.
The next moment, the golden light around him surged explosively.
Like a tsunami, it swept outward, instantly drowning the three attacks.
Nie Zhao's star-forged fist force trembled violently within the golden light. It held on for only a breath before exploding with a boom, dissolving into countless motes of light.
Liu Zheng's black dragon struggled madly in the golden light, but that radiance seemed to contain some Aberrant power, frenziedly devouring the dragon's demonic aura.
In merely three breaths, the dragon let out a mournful cry and completely dissipated.
Wuchen's swastika seal resisted desperately within the golden light. Golden Buddhist radiance and that Aberrant golden light corroded each other, hissing sharply.
But in the end, the Buddhist radiance was still overwhelmed and utterly swallowed by the golden light.
The full-force strikes of three third-level quasi-Saints had been dissolved so casually.
"H-How is this possible?!"
Liu Zheng's eyes widened in disbelief.
Yet something even more unbelievable was still to come.
Su Tao raised his right hand and lightly pointed at Liu Zheng.
A streak of golden light shot out, so fast that Liu Zheng had no time to react.
Pfft—
The golden light pierced through Liu Zheng's brow.
Liu Zheng's body stiffened, and the light in his eyes swiftly dimmed.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but only hoarse gurgling sounds came out.
Then his body exploded with a boom, turning into a mist of blood that filled the sky.
A peerless third-level quasi-Saint had died just like that.
His death was so