God of Slaughter Treasure.
Blood-colored Space.
Several dozen Saints arrived with three to four million people, their vast, mighty momentum sending chills through everyone who saw them.
"Rumble..."
Just then, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky as an aura of sorrow swept across the entire scene.
The High Priest of Three Gods Mountain said gravely, "When a Saint falls, heaven and earth mourn together. It seems a Saint has already fallen within the God of Slaughter Treasure."
Bei Lele cried out, "Look, that's Wang Hao..."
Everyone quickly turned to look, only to see Wang Hao's entire body shrouded in red light, while his earth-shaking killing intent shot straight into the clouds.
At Wang Hao's feet lay the corpses of the two Saints, Hao Dong and Lin Tianxiang.
Bei Lele covered her mouth and exclaimed, "My god, he killed the Ice Saint last time, and now he's killed the Old Ancestors of the Heavenly Saint God Race and the Tianming God Race too. Just how much trouble does he have to stir up before he'll be satisfied!?"
The High Priest looked at Wang Hao with deep emotion, feeling that Wang Hao was the Great Hero in his heart.
If Wang Hao had not wanted his treasure back at Three Gods Mountain, but had instead asked him to repay the favor, then with Wang Hao's talent for causing trouble, even ten lives would not have been enough to repay it.
Fortunately, Wang Hao was a righteous man who only took money and never talked about brotherhood.
"Are you kidding!?"
Everyone was stunned. They simply could not imagine that the one who had killed Saints was actually a junior like Wang Hao.
Wang Hao clenched his fist and could clearly feel that his physical body had grown stronger again. Even against