"You... who are you!"
The cultivator's gaze carried terror.
He could feel a suffocating, terrifying might emanating from the stranger.
This kind of might, he had only felt once before when he was an apprentice meeting a Divine Realm Angel.
The eccentric character standing before him was definitely not an angel, nor a Temple Knight!
Could it be...
Just as the thought crossed his mind, his vision blurred, and his body felt numb.
The next moment, his world plunged into darkness.
To outsiders, it appeared that the white-clad figure had suddenly flashed by, swapping positions with the cultivator, appearing in the Divine Temple.
While the cultivator vanished from this world.
"You..."
The hands of the three Temple Knights holding swords trembled.
Even if their skills were lacking, their senses were sharper than ordinary people's.
They detected a faint smell of blood in the air.
Which meant the cultivator was shattered into pieces by this person hitting him?
