Within the divine spirit's Small World, Lu Chen showed no surprise as he looked at the Killer Saint of Hell who had appeared before him.
Although this ancient Assassin Divine Dynasty had suffered crippling losses and lost part of its foundations in its decisive battle against the Various Holy Lands during the Desolate Ancient Era, it remained terrifying beyond measure. Its Killer Saints were one of its hidden reserves.
"Before absolute power, even heaven and earth can be cleaved apart. Today is the day Hell falls!" Lu Chen spoke calmly, yet he seemed to be pronouncing Hell's ending.
A gaunt figure flickered in and out of sight within the void, like a ghost. Even divine sense struggled to catch his form. He sighed and said, "I never imagined Hell would see a day like this, when someone would fight their way into our divine spirit's ancestral grounds and bring our undying inheritance to such a state. The rise and fall of fortunes truly is the only eternal truth."
Once, this Assassin Divine Dynasty had ruled the world. A single move from it had made all beneath heaven tremble, as though it were the true hell of legend, turning people pale at its mere mention.
Now, however, a King at the pinnacle of Severing the Dao had destroyed several of its vital strongholds and fought his way into its most ancient divine spirit's Small World. This already foretold Hell's decline.
"As an assassin organization, you are the common enemy of every power beneath heaven. Your ending was decided long ago," Lu Chen said.
Bloodlight glimmered faintly in the ghostlike Killer Saint's eyes as he muttered, "Hell has fallen after all. At our height during the Desolate Ancient Era, we could withstand several Ancient Saints without even bringing out our hidden reserves.