In a vast sea of blood.
The Saint of Eight Extremes, who towered tens of thousands of feet tall, was abruptly sliced in two at the abdomen by a sharp blade of light.
SPLAT!
A tremendous amount of blood gushed out like a burst dam, staining half the sky red.
The Saint of Eight Extremes screamed, his two halves sent flying.
A deluge of blood rained down from the sky, merging into the sanguine ocean below. It was a horrifying sight.
Witnessing this, the Eight Great War Gods felt a chill seep into their bones, as if they had been plunged into an ancient, frozen ice cellar. In the hearts of all Eight God Sect disciples, The Saint of Eight Extremes was an invincible War God. Unbelievable. Yet, that mysterious young man in white had bisected The Saint of Eight Extremes with a single palm-blade strike! Such terrifying strength was simply appalling.
