He seemed to have grasped the last straw of salvation.
His voice was distorted with excitement, filled with reckless madness.
Luo Qinglian's ice-blue eyes gently shifted.
Her gaze fell on Xiao Liu's young face, twisted with despair.
On that exquisitely beautiful face, an extremely rare and faint smile appeared.
"Kill him?"
Her voice remained calm, yet carried a hint of almost pitying rebuttal, "Xiao Liu, tell me, a being that can, with Tier Three power, battle against the Divine True Body of Tier Four... what do you have to kill him?"
"I..."
Xiao Liu's roar suddenly stopped, as if a rooster's neck had been seized.
The fiery madness in him was instantly extinguished by this plain question.
The color drained from his face, leaving only pallor and bewilderment.
Indeed...
What to use to kill?
The terrifying sight of stars falling from the skies, annihilating Gods, had long been spread through videos among the Federation's top ranks.
He, Xiao Liu, although he was Tier Four.
