"Xiu, kill him." Shen Yanxiao did not wish to talk nonsense with such a jerk.
"Every man for himself! What's wrong with me doing this?! What did I do wrong?!" The Palace Master went crazy. He desperately gathered all his strength and raised his staff in an attempt to inflict heavy damage on Shen Yanxiao.
However, before he could gather his strength on his staff, an ice-cold hand covered his head.
Xiu had come behind him and grabbed his head with one hand.
"You should not have survived the war between gods and devils." The cold voice ended everything. The moment his voice fell, Xiu suddenly closed his fingers.
The Palace Master's head exploded between Xiu's fingers.
There was no room for struggle. This scum that had lived for tens of thousands of years had finally died in the hands of the God race.
No one would remember his name, and no one would be grateful for his efforts in the war between gods and devils.
