"No!"
"I give up..." Mo Wushuang's pupils shrank abruptly, completely losing the will to resist, only wanting to give up the match.
But Jiang Ye didn't give him that chance.
He struck down with a palm.
"Splat~!"
The next moment, Mo Wushuang's body exploded violently, countless drops of blood scattered and then instantly evaporated under the terrifying pressure of the peak Demigod, disappearing without a trace.
Under Jiang Ye's pressure, he didn't even have the chance to abandon the match, blown apart with a single slap.
Mo Wushuang, fallen!
Jiang Ye glanced at Mo Wushuang's corpse, his expression devoid of any ripple.
Mo Wushuang's death was merely an old grudge resolved, insignificant to him.
The enmity between him and the Cangxu Civilization was far from over.
…
In the endless void, within the Star River vortex.
Venerable Tian Cang stood up abruptly, his aura raging wildly, his face a dark iron.
"No!!"
