The mist dispersed and Hua Qinglian emerged, drenched in blood. He left a crimson imprint behind with each step. His pace was slow, his movements as heavy as a mountain, yet the killing intent radiating from him was suffocating. It was like the very embodiment of death had descended upon the battlefield. It was utterly terrifying.  0

Howard and the others felt their hearts clench with fear. Instinctively, they stepped back. They were facing a Great Saint who had gone berserk in utter despair. His killing intent surging to the heavens. What if he managed to take another one of them down with him in a final, desperate exchange?  0

But their fear did not last long as Hua Qinglian suddenly staggered. The Nine-Lotus Lamp in his hand shattered, and his entire body fractured like a porcelain figurine. Pieces of his body scattered...0