There was no way the mysterians would believe that a 'baby' of under thirty years old would actually be able to kill a savage fiend, a seventh-level sovereign like him. Yet death had indeed come too swiftly and fiercely. Nothing but his weapons, spatial rings, and the shards of his divine astralship remained. They all fell toward the sun, but Tianming didn't even need to pick them up. It was his territory, so nobody would be able to take it from him.

"Eight hundred billion Omnisentient Threads is far too ridiculous. If I was somewhere else, I'd just be a normal sovereign, but in my own territory, I'm a nightmare for the mysterians." Defeating a seventh-level sovereign...