The Great Sage was gone.
Not even a corpse remained.
The Federation's strongest man had been reduced to ashes.
This was the fate of those who coveted the Dragon Kingdom.
Gunman stood alone in the heavens. No one dared look him in the eye.
The Pope was already considering retreat.
Everyone knew Gunman had no manners, but none had expected him to be so powerful.
Was this an existence humans could stand against?
Never mind Nine Awakenings.
Even summoning all the gods of the West might not be enough to defeat him.
"I'm asking... who the fuck still has a problem?"
Gunman swept a cold gaze around him before finally fixing it on the Pope.
"I... I..."
The Pope, Old Bat, the Holy Arbiter, and Eve exchanged glances.
They feared Gunman would stab them to death with a single thrust.
That was Heavenly Dharma Manifestation.
A god-tier divine ability.
One stab from that thing, and not even their ashes could be found.
"He just has no manners, but... he's no weakling." White Garment sighed. Of everyone present, only his heart was filled with boundless desolation.
That thrust from Gunman... was his swan song.
His life had reached its end.
This rough man who nevertheless held righteousness in his heart was approaching the end of his life.
With one thrust, he had subdued all the Alien Races beneath the heavens.
Perhaps even centuries or millennia later, the Alien Races would still shudder when they spoke of this thrust.
Who said Gunman was inferior to White Garment?
Who said the Dragon Kingdom had only one guardian deity?
Gunman had lived up to the chivalry in his name.
"Master..."
Sikong Jian quietly came to stand beside Gunman, supporting his waist with his left hand.
He could feel his master's hand trembling as he