The change came far too suddenly, without the slightest warning.
Shen Wushuang, who should have ascended to the Second Division God Realm, actually fell back down?
Shen Wushuang, with a single palm, blasted the six Saints' and Holy Lords' avatars into serious injury?
Shen Wushuang actually dared to strike at the avatars of Saints from the Second Division God Realm?
Taiwei, who was shielding Xie Tian as he flew, was stunned.
Wan Blade, who had just been about to leave, was stunned.
The six seriously injured Saints and Holy Lords were stunned.
Xie Tian was also stunned.
Shen Wushuang, however, was smiling with an abnormal brilliance, an abnormal coldness.
He had been impatient for a long time; now he exhaled a long turbid breath without the slightest hesitation, looking incomparably relaxed.
Then, in this ferry as silent as a ghostly abyss, he very leisurely turned to look at the Six Saints and shook his head.
"Pathetically weak."
