The clash between the strong sometimes decides life and death in an instant.
The Slaughter God immediately killed Linghui, depriving him of any chance to escape, and seized 500,000 Divine Bloodstones as well as all the wealth he possessed.
At this moment, the shock he caused was even greater than the birth of a War King.
The method he used to slaughter souls was too shocking, straightforward and ruthless, without a hint of flair, crafted solely for killing.
Chu Yuan watched, his expression unchanging.
"War King, did Linghui just die like that?"
In the spectator seats, many were still reeling from the shock, no one dared to challenge the Slaughter God even if numerous Divine Bloodstones were offered.
"Is there no one left brave enough to fight?"
The War God was also elated; the power of the Slaughter God signified the might of his Empire, and the glory he created was the Empire's glory as well.
Many remained silent.
