Fallen God!?
Yuanshi Heavenly Demon?!
The titles that surfaced in everyone's minds at the same moment were that absurd—and that terrifying.
The warmth of huddling together moments ago had been like a candle flame in a snowstorm. Even at its last gasp, it had still given off a faint light. But in the blink of an eye, darkness swallowed that glimmer, and a hair-raising end descended without warning.
"That's right. It's me."
The Confucian Sage was unexpectedly calm. Only his aura kept climbing as he shielded Constantine and the others behind him.
"Are you the Confucian Sage, or Mad Saber Three Waves?"
Su Lin looked at him. Beyond his terrifying strength, the entire world seemed to revolve around him—and this was a world that had swallowed and merged multiple universes.
"I am myself! Have Ling Ye and Gao Sheng come out to see this old man, if they still acknowledge me as their martial uncle!"
An eerie light flashed in the Confucian Sage's right eye, threatening to erupt at any moment. "When I see goodness, I rush toward it as though I cannot reach it in time; when I see evil, I recoil as though my hand has touched boiling water. Even if my body falls, my path perishes, and I never have another chance at rebirth, I will stop you!"
Meng Qi wore a strange expression. He raised his right hand and pointed at his head. From my years of experience diagnosing patients, he doesn't look like he's acting. Something's probably gone wrong up here.
This guy's combat power is in the millions. Did Mad Saber Three Waves wake up inside the Confucian Sage? Su Lin shrugged and made a throat-cutting gesture at Meng Qi.
Where's Shi Hao? Why not let him handle this? Meng Qi glanced at the