“I am the disciple of the God of Time, who holds the Origin of Time and belongs to the orthodox lineage of the Twenty-one Heavens God Race. You have interfered in the affairs of my God Race and eliminated the representatives of my God Race. Do you know the consequences?”
His voice sounded cold and deliberately artificial, as if he was using his status and background to cover up his growing unease.
He revealed his origins, the faction he was affiliated with, and the influential figures behind him.
The title of being a legitimate member of the divine race and disciple of the God of Time was enough to make any force or powerful individual in the lower realms recoil in fear.
But he stopped before finishing his words.
Because Mr. Shi glanced at him.
The glance was so brief that almost no one noticed it.
That gaze was devoid of emotion, without power, or even without a deliberate target.
His gaze suddenly shifted from a certain direction and happened to fall on the man in white.
It’s like someone was walking and happened to see a leaf on the side of the road, then glanced at it casually.
However, with just one glance, the man in white froze.
His pupils suddenly narrowed to the size of the tip of a needle, and for the first time, an almost frightened expression appeared on his usually indifferent face.
His lips were slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat felt blocked, and he couldn’t say a word.
His body trembled violently, and fine cracks appeared under his skin, from which golden light seeped out, like light penetrating the surface of broken porcelain.
Then
Bro.
There was a muffled cracking sound.
The white-robed man’s body exploded from the center, and golden divine blood splattered everywhere, splashing onto the scorched earth and giving rise to a series of sizzling sounds.
The snow-white longsword fell from his loose hand, landing on the ground with a clang. The cold moonlight on the sword flickered a few times like a candle in the wind before extinguishing completely.
The man in white died as a result of the explosion in his body.
The entire valley was enveloped in an eerie silence.
The seven powerful members of the Divine Race standing behind the man in white, who were all Great Luo Golden Immortals, froze in place as if they had been frozen in place.
Their gazes were fixed on the pool of golden blood that was slowly seeping into the ground, on the long white sword that had lost its luster, and then slowly rose until it rested on the middle-aged man who had not moved an inch from start to finish.
Their pupils constricted violently, their breathing suddenly stopped, and their souls screamed hysterically.
One of the mighty gods was the first to react.
He suddenly raised his hand, and golden divine light condensed into a crack in his palm, attempting to tear the space in front of him and return to Twenty-first Heaven.
If we can return to the higher heavens, return to the original land of the gods, perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope.
Yet just as he raised his hand, his fingertips barely touched the edge of the spatial crack—
Bang!
There was a muffled cracking sound.
The mighty god’s body exploded from within, and golden divine blood gushed out like a fountain, without even having time to scream.
The other six powerful members of the divine race were frightened.
Some tried to tear space, some tried to activate divine light to protect themselves, some tried to use some kind of teleportation ability, and still others tried to kneel and beg for mercy.
However, whatever they did, whatever method they tried to use, as long as their bodies moved even the slightest, as long as their strength fluctuated even the slightest—
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
A series of muffled explosions sounded in the valley, like firecrackers exploding in the air.
The six bodies exploded one after another, and golden divine blood mixed in the air to form a dazzling blood mist. When they fell to the ground, it was impossible to tell who was who.
From the moment the first person tried to escape to the moment the last person completely exploded, it was just a matter of three breaths.
The seven strongest members of the divine race, along with the person who had surpassed the Immortal Lord level, all exploded and died.
Not even a complete corpse remained; only spots of golden blood and fragments of magical artifacts littered the ground.
Mr. Shi stood in the same place the entire time, without moving an inch.
His posture was exactly the same as when he first appeared, with his hands naturally drooping at his sides, his face calm, and his gaze indifferent, as if everything that had just happened was just a few grains of dust in the wind.
FAQ Novel
Q: Why are the remaining demon cultivators experiencing fear and confusion?
A: They witnessed a time-reversal technique, previously successful, suddenly fail to revive someone.
Q: What is unique about the figure named Mr. Shi?
A: Despite appearing as an ordinary man, he possesses an indescribable aura that seems to originate from a higher, distinct dimension.
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