Within the flames, Su Tao's figure slowly rose.
The injuries on his body were healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The bloody hole in his chest closed.
The Chaos energy around him was devoured by the flames.
The Buddhist light imprint between his brows was burned away by the flames.
Three breaths later, he stood once more in the Void, hands clasped behind his back.
Black flames coiled around his body. Within those flames, countless faces could vaguely be seen struggling, howling, weeping.
Among those faces were citizens of the Great Frost Imperial Dynasty, soldiers of the three great imperial dynasties, and the quasi-Saint powerhouses who had just died. They packed the flames densely, endless and innumerable, as though a hell had been refined within his body.
His aura was terrifying to the extreme.
The three ancestral phantoms actually began to tremble before him.
"Th-this is impossible?!"
Su Cheng's eyes widened in disbelief.
Seventh Heaven of the quasi-Saint realm?
That was the Seventh Heaven of the quasi-Saint realm!
How many years had it been since the Three Regions last saw a powerhouse at the Seventh Heaven of the quasi-Saint realm?
And now, one had appeared before them?
"What? Surprised?"
Su Tao gave a soft laugh and looked at the three of them.
That gaze remained aloof and indifferent, yet it was even more terrifying than before.
Because now, he truly could look down upon them.
"You just said that you would represent the Heavenly Dao and execute me?"
he asked softly.
The three men's faces were deathly pale, and they could not utter a word.
"The Heavenly Dao? Heh heh..."
Su Tao sneered and shook his head.
"I told you already—what the hell is the Heavenly Dao?"
As his words fell, he raised a hand and struck