Several blossoms of blood bloomed, then vanished into the void in an instant.
They left no trace, as though no one had ever occupied that spot.
The void, instead, suffered another calamity. Even chaos had been cut away.
An eternal darkness.
An invincible God King revered across the Origin Continent had died without stirring a single ripple, under the gaze of three hundred and sixty-five—no, there were no longer that many.
In any case, he was dead.
He had struggled, fought back, unleashed every ounce of his might.
Every God King could see that.
But it had been useless. A thousand years in an instant, an instant in a thousand years.
Death had come abruptly, yet it had become eternal.
Those who had stood near the invincible God King felt their bodies stiffen, as though a sword still rested against their necks.
That chill had seeped into their bones.
It seemed they might be hacked to death by a flurry of swords at any moment.
They dared not move. They dared not look.
They stood at the summit of the Origin Continent, yet some God Kings now felt that before Meng Chuan, they were no different from ordinary Chaos Overlords.
The void fell silent. Once again, everyone witnessed just how overwhelming the Lord God's full strength could be when he faced a single opponent.
"When I reasoned with you and gave you my word, you wanted to fight me."
Meng Chuan's voice rang out, cold to the core. "Now that we've fought, you want my word."
A toad dreaming of swan meat—nothing but wishful thinking.
As Meng Chuan's foremost lackey in the Main God Space had said, killing so many God Kings in one stroke would indeed have consequences.
It might stir defiance among those who remained and change how