Boom!
That finger entered through the Eighth Divine General's brow and pierced out through the back of his head.
The Eighth Divine General's eyes flew wide open, filled with unwillingness and... hatred!
"I hate..."
His lips moved. In the end, he only managed to utter those two words before his breath was utterly cut off.
The Eighth Divine General died, body and soul obliterated. A peak king of the Fifth Epoch had fallen just like that!
Everyone around them sucked in a breath of cold air.
Was this the Celestial Court?
Without strength, one would be discarded at once!
That was their Eighth Divine General! Yet he had been killed as easily as that!
This cold-blooded and merciless scene made everyone's hair stand on end!
What irony—what utter irony!
The fiery figure turned and looked at "Wu Wushuang."
"Wu Wushuang" stood there, staring blankly at everything.
He watched the Eighth Divine General kneel and kowtow for mercy. He watched that Celestial Court divine general, once so lofty above all others, become as lowly as a dog.
And all of this was because of the senior before him!
Why?
Why was this senior treating him so well?
"Wu Wushuang's" lips trembled faintly.
He wanted to ask, but he did not dare.
He feared that if he asked, this dream would end.
He feared that if he asked, the senior would leave.
He feared that if he asked, he would return to that lonely world once more.
The fiery figure seemed to see through his thoughts and smiled slightly.
"Do not overthink it."
"If I say you are my disciple, then you are my disciple."
"It is only right and proper for a master to stand up for his disciple."
Su Bai's Second True Self looked at "Wu Wushuang." His flame-filled eyes