The turmoil here had finally settled.
In midair, the surviving Lowgods stood frozen in fearful silence, not daring to move. The Saints around them trembled uncontrollably, their heads lowered, having lost even the courage to look up. Shiheng swept an indifferent gaze over them, his eyes calm and untroubled. From beginning to end, he had not harbored the slightest killing intent.
He had now reached the highest summit of both the Martial Dao and the divine path on the Yulan Continent. The grudges and entanglements that had once plagued him were no more than worldly dust in his eyes, too insignificant to mention.
As a powerhouse of the Klan Empire's imperial family, he naturally had to present a generous, benevolent front before everyone to uphold the imperial family's dignity. But as for those five villains from Gorba Prison, Shiheng had decided from the outset that he would show no mercy.
He immediately transmitted a message through his Divine Soul to Di Aotian, who was stationed at the Teleportation Array, secretly ordering him to wait for the five to arrive and kill them on the spot.
Once the arrangements were made, Shiheng acted as though nothing had happened and allowed the five to leave for the Teleportation Array.
Having escaped punishment to their faces, the five secretly rejoiced, assuming the matter was over. They had no idea that their deaths had been sealed the moment they broke their agreement and harbored malicious intentions.
The group traveled all the way to the Far North Icefield and ultimately perished there without a sound, failing to stir even the slightest ripple in the vast world.
Shiheng understood perfectly that he had been able to protect the local people's peace today only because of his absolute strength, unmatched across the continent. Had his cultivation been