But in the end, he still wasn't satisfied. He made the Golden Tai Chi Diagram roar and urged the Frost White flying horse to flap its Dapeng wings, darting in every direction.
BANG—
In the blink of an eye, blood splattered through the air.
Fang Yang was like a primeval demon king, crisscrossing the sky on a murderous rampage. He pierced through everything in his path, unleashing a great slaughter. Single-handedly, he fought against the crowd of prodigies, his dominance unparalleled as he forcefully swept aside all opposition.
"You..." Cha Mo was stunned, the space between his brows cracking open. His face was a mask of utter disbelief.
Then, his body completely disintegrated, turning into a rain of blood that fell from the sky.
Everyone was stunned. 'What terrifying combat prowess! To face a siege by a group of young Great Saints and still manage to kill Cha Mo... Is he truly just a young Great Saint himself?'
