Gu Yuan took a look. Not bad.
But there were still rather too many things hidden away.
Since he liked hiding things so much, then he should not take them out.
Glancing at Zhang Ninglie below, Gu Yuan's gaze settled on him.
The next moment, the man's entire body began to burn, his fleshly body collapsing.
The intense pain made him feel that death would be better than life.
"You lied to me!"
"How dare you lie to me!"
"If I don't die, I will definitely still..."
Perhaps that memory had left too deep an impression on him, because Zhang Ninglie was still spouting wild nonsense at this moment.
Gu Yuan smiled faintly at his words.
Not dead?
Really?
With a snap of his fingers, Zhang Ninglie's mouth, which had been roaring in fury, suddenly shut.
Then the flames swallowed him whole.
Not dying was definitely impossible. Since that was the case, he might as well burn even his divine soul.
Oh, and that black mist too.
Gu Yuan looked up at the sky. That Supreme Being's antics were truly rather pointless.
In just a short while.
All that remained below was a patch of charred ash and debris. The former Zhang Ninglie had completely perished.
Immortal Emperor?
He was nothing more than the fantasy of a middle-aged man barely clinging to life in an apocalypse.
After finishing this, Gu Yuan gently blew out a breath, clearing away some of the dust in the great hall.
Beneath the light screen.
Many people watched Gu Yuan's actions.
To them, such a method was hardly surprising.
No one who had lived until now and become an elder or a trial participant was a simple character.
"He was still killed too late. If you ask me, they should have slaughtered him right away.