"What in the hell is going on in this world of yours!?"
In Demon-Vanquishing Perfected's grasp, blood dripped from Minghua Celestial Immortal's severed head. His face was a mask of terror, and his trembling lips twitched—incredibly, he could still speak.
And he wasn't the only one.
The other three Earth Immortals could also speak. Though they had been decapitated, they were not dead. It was just that the sensation of being amputated below the neck was... less than pleasant.
However, the beheading seemed to have dispelled some sort of "influence" they had been under. In its place, an unprecedented terror welled up within them. Minghua Celestial Immortal couldn't even fathom his own recent thoughts. 'A world with over thirty Fruits! How could I have been so bold as to come here?'
"Could it be... that a Supreme Venerable made a move against me?"
