In the midst of the starry sky, silence prevailed. The Combat Saint King stood aloft above the Heavenly Dome, his body overflowing with golden light, and a Supreme pressure gently permeating the area, flattening swathes of the starry sky, unmatched and invincible.
All present felt an unprecedented, terrifying suffocation, a horrific oppressive force rippling as if all the air had been sucked out, rendering them breathless.
In this starry space, the Combat Saint King was invincible. Who could contest him, who could match him? Terrifying Blood Qi Dragons ultimately dissipated, signifying the slaughtering of each of the Supreme Heroic Masters, including true Holy Land owners and even some Old Immortals.
But all were dead, slain one by one by him, their blood splattering across the starry sky.
