[The Four Ruthless Lineages, I Shall Be Their Common Lord]

The Divine King could only strike three more times! Was that true or false?!

Divine King Jiang Taixu's white hair hung loose, and he swayed on his feet, nothing but skin and bones. Not a trace of crystalline radiance remained on his body. Clearly, he had used up the last of the Divine Spring from earlier.

There was not a hint of vitality in him. He was no different from a piece of dead wood.

"The Divine King is about to fall..."

Some lamented the curtain falling on a peerless prodigy. The Divine King of the Eastern Wasteland should have enjoyed boundless glory, yet his twilight years had become so desolate.

More than four thousand years ago, he had been radiant and heroic, looking down upon the world. Now he resembled dry kindling, frail and near decay. How sorrowful was that?

Since ancient times, beauties had sighed at their fading years, and none could bear to see heroes turn gray.

"Why don't I believe it?" Others were doubtful. The mighty Divine King had just slain the Half-Saint Dark Night King with a single move. His cultivation clearly reached the heights of creation itself. How could he die so easily?

"Should we test him...?" Hidden in the shadows, the masterminds who had brought in the Dark Night King began to hesitate. They felt that Divine King Jiang Taixu was fishing for prey.

But if it was true, they could not only slay a Saint and deal the Jiang Family a grievous blow, but also seize the Hengyu Furnace. That would be an immense windfall.

"Cough, cough... Before I pass away in meditation, let me clear a few more obstacles for my descendants and leave them some reserves."

Jiang Taixu played along with Lin Xian, coughing incessantly, every inch a sick old