"Wouldn't it have been better to just cling to your last pathetic breath? What was the point of risking it all for one last fight? You still died by my hand!"
"I, Ouyang Qingtian, am the true man of destiny! All of you are relics cast aside by a new era, meant only to be my stepping stones!"
The Dragon Slayer, Ouyang Qingtian, laughed wildly as he watched Wulan Tianjue, the ancestor of the Jin Meng Empire, dissolve into a mist of blood.
Even though his opponent had used a Secret Technique to once again reach the National Guardian Martial Saint Realm, he was still no match for him. Ouyang Qingtian himself had not yet broken through to the Martial Saint Realm; he was still accumulating power.
The death of one National Guardian Martial Saint wasn't enough. He would kill another.
