"Insolent!"
The Blood River True God appeared.
His entire being seemed entwined with a vast river of blood.
Mighty and unending, it surged relentlessly through the void.
This was the Blood River True God, a peak existence among the True Gods.
"Who dares disturb this god?"
The Blood River True God's expression was one of feral malice, as if he was ready to devour someone.
He seemed unaware of the current situation.
But Lu Changsheng had no patience for needless talk.
He threw a punch.
"Boom."
The heavens themselves seemed to collapse.
The Blood River True God raised his head, and it seemed as though within the void, in all directions, there existed only that single fist.
Even separated by a distance, the Blood River True God felt as though needles were piercing every inch of his body, and in the depths of his heart, an endless sense of foreboding arose.
It was as if... he would die!
Yet, before him was merely a Martial Saint.
How could he possibly die?
