Wang Teng could easily kill the messenger who almost made him fall. This gap is not a small matter.

"Oh... I'm so embarrassed. I've been surpassed so much by a disciple. No, I have to recover quickly before I can continue to practice..."

Thinking of this.

He quickly abandoned all distracting thoughts and continued to heal his wounds.

...

Qingyun Xianzong's side.

Seeing that the messenger was already cold, the disciples were so happy.

"That's great! The biggest threat is finally dead."

"Oh my God! Senior Brother Wang Teng actually killed the powerful Yuanxian with the body of the Golden Immortal. Looking at the entire fairy world, this is an unprecedented feat."

"Senior Brother Wang Teng is so amazing. He directly broke the curse that the Golden Immortal could never defeat the Yuan Immortal."

"If this matter is spread today, I am afraid that the cognition of all monks will be rewritten."

"I really deserve to be Senior Brother Wang Teng!"

"Senior Brother Wang, you are the only true god."

“…”

At this moment.

The disciples' admiration for Wang Teng has reached its peak. I am afraid that even if Wang Teng asks them to die immediately, they will do it without hesitation.

...

In the void.

Wang Teng didn't think the death of the messenger was worthy of celebration.

even.

In his opinion, he was a bit bullying. After all, according to his actual strength, it was equivalent to the Dark Domain Lord killing the junior in the True Dharma Realm...

There are several major differences between this.

Isn’t it normal to win?

What's there to be happy about?

Shake your head.
Chapter completed!