"Rustle rustle..."
The only sound echoing continuously at the bottom of the desolate Sea of Death was like that of sand flowing through an hourglass.
Man Niu put away the Divine Beating Whip and murmured as he looked at Apollo Divine Form, which had shrunk from the size of a thumb to that of a grain of rice: "When Laozi says I'll kill you in three moves, I'll kill you in three moves! In your next life, just be an ordinary person... oh, right! You don't have a next life anymore!"
"Crack!"
With the last wisp of light sand slipping into the water, the Sun God, who was just a step away from attaining the status of a Saint, ended his life in such a tragic way.
"Hahaha!" Laughing heartily, Man Niu returned to Li Qingming's side and handed back the Divine Beating Whip, saying, "Young brother, not bad!"
Li Qingming took the Divine Beating Whip with a light smile, and without saying a word.
