"Otsutsuki Haei, you have actually lost a long time ago! When you regard these people as livestock, you have built a knife that slashed at your neck. When you continue to harvest your life year by year, you have polished the knife to its extreme sharpness!

Your failure today was created by you.

Because you gave them the reason to win! Because you gave them the belief that they had to resist!"

Accompanied by Zhu Ping's calm voice...

Countless oppressed people pulled the ropes in their hands, peeled the fruit of the sacred tree from the body of the Six Paths of Immortals, and tore the soul of Otsutsuki Hae Yi little by little.

"No! I won't die! I can't die!"

"Don't kill me, I've reformed myself, please don't kill me, I'm your ancestor!"

"Damn it! Why can you group of madmen beat me? Why!"

“…”

Looking at the figure of the Six Paths of Immortals gradually dissipated between heaven and earth...

Zhu Ping held the core of the sacred tree in his hand and watched the powerful weak man gradually dissipate.

He said calmly: "There is no immortal god after this battle!"
Chapter completed!