章節 1536: He really killed him

Too bad. No matter how strong a Small Saint was, in front of a Great Saint, he was still just a Small Saint.

Hu Yingmu had not been gifted the blood essence of a Saint King; for a Saint King, this was also a massive loss, and would damage his life force. But he himself was a Saint, and also had a precious robe that could dispel the attacks of even a Great Saint. In his eyes, it was enough to allow him to do as he liked in the Immortal Realm.

However, he encountered a "rash fool" who clearly knew how shocking his background was, yet was still determined to hold on to him.

There was no need for this, right?

Hu Yingmu used all his effort to break through the siege, but in front of the present Ling Han, this was a completely impossible feat. The moment he rushed out, he would be smacked back by a massive hand that shadowed the skies. All his effort only ended up in him being dizzy.