Jiang Yu's smirk was filled with relief and satisfaction. Having done all of this, he was ecstatic. Under the pressure of the morbid Theocrats, his heart had been twisted, hence his sick pursuit of beauty.

To destroy was to live forever? If he couldn’t have her when she was alive, he would die together with her.

Jiang Yu’s eyes were filled with madness, and the thick heavenly pattern tome in his hand had been stained with blood. A deadly threat emerged from the rare tome that was worth millions of saint crystals. It seemed as if Jiang Yu wasn’t holding a heavenly pattern tome, but a primordial beast. 

Tianming was furious! In fact, being targeted this way was only to be expected. His reaction would have been frosty at most, instead of such fury. But who knew Jiang Yu would actually target Feiling instead! The previous time, he beheaded Su Hongyin, and this time, his rage resembled a volcano, mid-eruption.

Fortunately, the Dao Palace was prepared for this. The four Hall Kings had allowed him to declare war by trampling on the Theocrats and fighting for first place. Such precautions were the minimum...