Great Sound Has No Sound instantly shattered Saint Wanshui's Daoist Rhyme. He slowly walked up to him, and before anyone could react, the sword at his waist left its sheath with a clang and slew him!
The sight stunned all the overseas Saints present.
That was a Great Saint, yet he had killed him just like that?!
Wasn't such strength far too terrifying?!
Chu Kuangren stood where he was, sword in one hand and zither in the other, and said calmly, "May I ask, does anyone else want my treasures?"
He asked very politely.
Yet not a single person dared to speak.
Every one of them looked at Chu Kuangren as though looking at a fiendish asura.
He could kill even a Great Saint. Probably not a single person present was a match for Chu Kuangren. As for attacking together?
What a joke. Whether they could kill Chu Kuangren was still uncertain, but heavy casualties were guaranteed, and the Saints of the Four Domains were all present too.
For a time, none of the overseas Saints dared move.
"Heh, then I'll be taking the treasures."
Chu Kuangren chuckled and raised his hand, unleashing a terrifying suction force that drew Saint Wanshui into the Taotie Space to be refined.
Over the past few days, he had encountered quite a few Saints and killed several of them. Now, with the addition of a Great Saint, refining so much essence of flesh and blood had already brought signs of a breakthrough in his cultivation.
One step further, and he would reach the supreme supreme realm.
"Third Ancestor, Second Ancestor, can we leave now?"
Chu Kuangren asked the Mystic Heaven Sect's two ancestors.
Both nodded.
Then the three of them left.
The other Saints exchanged glances. There was nothing of value left here, so