Killing God Treasure.
Blood-colored space.
Little White quickly returned to its normal size, then sat on Wang Hao's shoulder, munching on a carrot to replenish its strength. Clearly, the earlier transformation had drained it significantly.
Wang Hao smiled and said, "Are you all very disappointed?!"
The faces of all the saints changed dramatically. Without Mo Xingfei holding Wang Hao in check, how would they join forces to kill Wang Hao?!
"I like the feeling of controlling everything and dislike uncontrollable situations. If such a thing happens, my approach is to destroy everything."
A cold light flickered in Wang Hao's eyes, and a fierce Sword Intent erupted from the Sword of Sovereign, sweeping across the field like a storm.
The pupils of the major saints contracted suddenly, realizing Wang Hao's murderous intent was incredibly strong, surpassing even the Killing God of the past.
Not far away.
