A loud roar echoed as the Celestial God retreated, holding his severed arm, with his bright red blood gushing out, staining half of his body red.
His gaze was as sharp as a knife, staring at Shi Hao. Suffering such a severe injury was not only a defeat, but also a humiliation.
All around, a deathly silence prevailed.
People felt as if a torrent had surged through their hearts, unable to calm down; such a young man was rarely seen throughout history, his strength outrageously formidable!
"Ancestors!" A group of people surrounded him, protecting the Celestial God in the center.
Cultivators from several schools were shaken, each of their faces turning pale. Today, they faced humiliation, unable to do anything against this young man.
Over the years, they had watched the world's vicissitudes from a lofty position, looking down upon all sides. Who would dare to provoke them? Let alone be swept aside by someone.
