Above and below the heavens, sand danced in the air as Mi Sheng looked up furiously at the black-robed man, Si Feihang, in the sky.
If it weren't for Si Feihang concealing his strength and suddenly attacking, causing his junior brother Mi Sui to be severely injured, their situation wouldn't have become as irreversible as a collapsing mountain.
Moreover, during their retreat, Song Haomiao and Han Wenxuan, two masters, were killed by Si Feihang.
Now Mi Sheng had guessed Si Feihang's intentions, which was nothing more than to use the killing to obtain the World Origin for advancement to the Eighth Realm.
"Amitabha, I will not let you have your way!"
Mi Sheng was resolute, determined to explode his Life Origin at the last moment of his life.
They had already discovered that no World Origin would drop if they committed suicide.
"Hmph."
Si Feihang smirked coldly with a gloomy face; did he really think he couldn't guess what this bald monk was planning?
