God of Slaughter Treasure.
Blood-colored Space.
Little White quickly returned to its normal size, then sat on Wang Hao's shoulder and ate carrots to restore its strength. Clearly, growing larger had drained it severely.
Wang Hao smiled. "Are you all disappointed?!"
The Saints' expressions changed drastically. Without Mo Xingfei restraining Wang Hao, how were they supposed to join forces and kill him?!
"I like the feeling of controlling everything. I don't like uncontrollable things happening. If such a situation arises, my approach is to destroy it all."
A cold light flashed in Wang Hao's eyes as incomparably sharp Sword Intent erupted from the Dominator Sword, sweeping across the entire area like a storm.
The Saints' pupils suddenly contracted. They realized that Wang Hao's killing intent was simply too strong—he surpassed even the God of Slaughter from back then.
Not far away.
Bei Lele furrowed her willow eyebrows. "Why is Wang Hao's Sword Qi still this powerful without true qi?!"
The High Priest answered, "In reply to Miss Lele, Wang Hao comprehended the Heaven-Rank Hand of God. He has deprived no fewer than eight hundred, if not a thousand, people, and every one of them was a supreme expert who had cultivated for millions of years. Moreover, Wang Hao himself is a master swordsman, with talent unrivaled throughout the ages. It is hardly strange for such Sword Qi to emerge after this fusion."
Bei Lele could not help clicking her tongue. "What a freak. He doesn't look human at all."
The High Priest nodded in agreement, indicating that Wang Hao truly could not be considered human. At the very least, he had never heard of anyone capable of becoming this abnormal.
Even the peerless prodigies throughout history were absolutely incomparable to Wang Hao.
Clang...
At that moment, a Sword Sound resounded