"This…"
Such a fierce assault left the Celestial Secret Daoist no time to dodge.
After all, part of his cultivation had already been suppressed by Lin Chang'sheng's divine sense, slowing his movements.
"Heaven seeks the destruction of my Beimu Immortal Race—"
The Celestial Secret Daoist instantly gave up resisting, knowing full well that death was certain today.
Splurt—
In the next instant, a streak of blood aura blossomed through the sky, and with a single move, Lin Chang'sheng slew the Celestial Secret Daoist, ending his life high above.
From a distance, the Little Divine Master watched, his legs shaking uncontrollably, even forgetting to run.
Buzz—
As soon as the Celestial Secret Daoist perished, a golden nascent soul shot out, yet before it could get far, Lin Chang'sheng waved the Myriad Soul Banner, absorbing it inside.
After collecting both the nascent soul and corpse of the Celestial Secret Daoist, Lin Chang'sheng set his gaze on the Little Divine Master.
