“Good and evil will eventually be rewarded. The heavenly axiom is good for reincarnation. If you don’t believe me, look up. Who Did Chu Mo Spare?”
The old patriarch of the Flying Feather clan sang as he flew from Earth into outer space. His white head swayed as he looked at the rotting corpses of Saints in the distance.
At this moment, heavenly venerate Taiwu’s later disciple, Yuan Chen, was not dead yet. He was still wailing weakly. When he saw him, his dark eyes immediately widened in anger.
He was furious. These words were too taunting. How could he, a disciple of the great sect of the Yang Realm, endure it?