The sea surface suddenly collapsed, raising waves that filled the sky, and Lu Qingshan's figure sank into the sea, his fate unknown.
"How laughable, with such power, he still dreams of being a savior." Luohu looked down, a heavy disdain in his tone.
He was completely confident in his recent punch, estimating that Lu Qingshan was already dead beyond resurrection.
What does it matter if he's the first among the human race or a Ninth Tribulations Sword Immortal, in the face of absolute strength, he's as weak as an ant.
Having dealt with Lu Qingshan, the remaining Heavenly River cultivators were even less worth mentioning; he could eradicate thousands with a flick of his finger.
He even felt disinterested looking at those faces tinged with fear and despair, his enthusiasm waning.
What once seemed quite troublesome, now simply failed to intrigue him.
The outcome was settled!
......
In the dark depths of the Heavenly River Sea.
Lu Qingshan floated in the water.
