Everyone was frozen in shock.0

The ocean of lightning that once blotted the sky was gone, and so was the silhouette of the lightning god, who had descended with divine might. 0

Was it all just a dream?0

Or had Chen Fan just killed a god?0

Though it was a mere silhouette, it still contained a hint of their divine might. The silhouette was like the lightning god’s incarnation. Chen Fan had torn it in half. 0

If that didn’t count as killing a god, what did?0

Chen Fan held the tip of his spear against Zhuge Yan’s glabella, crackling with lightning. One light thrust and Zhuge Yan would be dead.0

Zhuge Yan lifted his gaze, looking at Chen Fan. Feeling the destructive power dancing over his glabella, he trembled slightly, looking...0