The Most Mysterious Divine Art

Wang Hao said indignantly, "You all frame me as a menace, but the common people call me a hero. What does that prove!? It proves that the masses see clearly. Certain petty people are destined to stink for ten thousand years, while I, this Great Hero, will surely be remembered for generations and revered by those who come after."

Bing Lu was speechless. Not only was this bastard shameless, he also loved turning black and white upside down.

Who would be remembered for generations, and who would stink for ten thousand years? Did he not have even the slightest clue!?

Most infuriating of all, this bastard was clearly taking a swipe at her, calling her petty.

Just then, the Blood God laughed madly. "Today, this emperor will fall, but having you accompany me in death will make this trip to the mortal world worthwhile!"

As soon as he spoke, the bodies of the five hundred thousand heavenly soldiers rapidly swelled, their terrifying auras continuously growing stronger.

"Not good! This old guy intends to self-destruct five hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and take us down with him!"

The pupils of the gods present abruptly contracted. Frightened out of their wits, they scattered in panic like headless flies.

Suddenly, an incomparably cold voice rang out. "Blood God, you have committed too many sins. Go obediently to hell and repent!"

The moment those words fell, streaks of sharp aura filled heaven and earth.

Before anyone could react, the Blood God's eyes widened. Then, before everyone's eyes, he was cut into countless pieces.

"This is a divine art—the Great Severing Art!!"

The gods present all sucked in a cold breath, unable to conceal the shock in their eyes.

Little White, sitting on Wang Hao's shoulder, suddenly stood up and took out the Chaos Green Bamboo,