A long fissure stretched across the earth, and in its center lay the body of Saint Tiger Strength, cleaved in two. His eyes were frozen in an expression of intense bitterness and humiliation.
He was, after all, a powerful expert of the Saint Realm's Third Layer and hailed from the Tian Luo Net Holy Land, a top-tier force in the entire Eastern Region and even the Desolate Heavenly Ancient Realm. This time, he had merely been following the Saint Heir's orders to deal with a small-time country bumpkin. How could he have been so careless as to be slain here? He was unwilling. If only he had another chance, it certainly would not have ended like this. He felt humiliated. He was meant to shine on a grand stage, not die in such a remote and insignificant place.
Unfortunately, his bitterness and humiliation would never find release. His cold body and crimson blood set the final, grim tone of his demise.
"Nine Heavens Divine Light!"
