God of Slaughter Treasure.
Blood-colored Space.
The corpses of nine Saints lay flat on the ground. Wang Hao stood beside them with a calm expression, the Dominator Sword in his hand hanging slightly downward as a drop of blood slowly fell from its tip.
The Saints' blood also turned into streams of red energy that were swiftly absorbed into Wang Hao's body, continuously strengthening his flesh.
"What kind of monster is this guy?!"
Bei Lele stared at Wang Hao in shock. She simply could not believe that, in that instant just now, Wang Hao had personally wiped out nine Saints.
Adding Hao Dong, Lin Tianxiang, and the Ice Saint from a few days ago, this guy had already claimed the lives of twelve Saints.
Extreme Heavenly Saint said gravely, "Pass down the order. Tell the Heavenly Tyrant Army not to act rashly."
"Yes!"
The High Priest breathed a sigh of relief and hurried off to relay the order.
In truth, he really did not want to become enemies with Wang Hao. After all, Wang Hao could be considered his savior. If he acted now, it would be far too ungrateful.
Bei Lele asked in confusion, "Grandmaster, what do you mean by this?! Are you afraid of Wang Hao!?"
Extreme Heavenly Saint shook his head. "Wang Hao is not frightening. What is frightening is the God of Slaughter!"
"The God of Slaughter!?"
Bei Lele looked puzzled, unable to understand what was so frightening when the God of Slaughter was not even here.
Extreme Heavenly Saint took a deep breath. "Did you notice? After Wang Hao absorbed the Saints' blood, his physical body actually became stronger."
Bei Lele looked curiously at Wang Hao and discovered that his physical body really had become stronger.
Extreme Heavenly Saint said solemnly, "The God of Slaughter