Shen Ze wrote stroke by stroke in the air with his hand.
A peculiar spiritual aura seemed to swirl around his fingertips. Xu Zimo watched quietly without stopping him.
The moment the four characters were completed, they seemed like some ancient mark.
They transformed into a streak of light and vanished beyond the horizon.
"This message has been sent to our Reincarnation Divine Race. When the time comes, all the clans of the Ten Great Divine Meridians will take action. Your Seven Fears Sect can just wait for death," Shen Ze said, coughing up a mouthful of blood. He had clearly reached the limit of his body.
"Oh, so that's how it is," Xu Zimo nodded and muttered to himself.
"Then before I head to Beyond the Heavens, won't I have already wiped out an enemy?"
"What are you talking about?" Shen Ze asked painfully as he looked at Xu Zimo.
"Actually, I'm not familiar with the Seven Fears Sect. I was just saying that casually," Xu Zimo shook his head.
"I didn't expect you to actually believe it."
"Trying to clear your faction's name now? Too late," Shen Ze laughed.
"Everyone knows that the Tongtian Three Lives Gate was entrusted to your Seven Fears Sect for safekeeping. I'll be waiting for you in hell."
As his voice fell, the color faded from his pupils. His body was completely corroded by the White Bone Blade, and he fell straight to the ground.
"Foolish child, unwilling to die as a man who understood even at death's door," Xu Zimo shook his head.
With a wave of both hands, flames began to burn Shen Ze's body, refining the essence blood within him bit by bit.
Shen Ze's essence blood was somewhat extraordinary. Rather than crimson, it was golden.
It weighed a thousand