"Bang, bang..."
Wang Hao walked out of the sea of fire, his footsteps ringing out with a steady rhythm, his pace as unhurried as ever.
"How is this possible!?"
A deep look of terror appeared on Mo Xingtian's face. Was this Heaven-Ranked Supreme not absurdly powerful!?
"Are these your last words!?"
A cold light flashed in Wang Hao's eyes as the true qi within him began circulating rapidly. With each step he took, streams of Sword Qi surged from the Dominator Sword, carving arcs of sword light through the air.
"This..."
Mo Xingtian's pupils contracted sharply. A cold flash tore through the void toward him, and he felt as if he had been struck by a massive blow. His body flew backward at high speed as scarlet blood sprayed uncontrollably from within him.
Just then, Wang Hao's calm voice sounded from behind Mo Xingtian. "You're pathetically weak. You can't even stir the slightest bit of interest in me!"
"What!"
Mo Xingtian's face was filled with terror. From the corner of his eye, he glanced behind himself and discovered that Wang Hao, the Great Devil King, had somehow appeared at his back.
"Though you're trash, meeting me means you're lucky, because I know how to make use of trash. Power of the Sun, strip!"
A wicked smile curled across Wang Hao's lips. He pressed his palm directly onto Mo Xingtian's head and swiftly activated the Hand of God.
"Ah..."
The next second, Mo Xingfei let out a miserable scream.
The scene that unfolded in the blink of an eye left everyone present utterly stunned. Some could not help wiping the sweat from their foreheads.
They knew Wang Hao was strong, but they had never imagined that a Saint would be like an infant before him—not only completely unable to fight back,