The army of gods was frightened.

A sword!

Just a sword!

Just killed a saint!

Through countless years, through the river of destiny, and kill the saints of the gods!

How is this possible!

That's Pluto Hudders!

Master of hell!

The creatures in the prehistoric world are trembling!

Their cheers were suppressed in their throats, trying to burst out, but... they endured it!

This is their saint!

Their prehistoric saints!

He is: Hongmeng Qinglian Holy Emperor!

Wei Ziqing remained motionless, her blue clothes were not stained with dust, and her black hair was fluttering. He looked at the two saints of the gods calmly.
Chapter completed!