The Shura Sect Venerable had perished, killed by the thwack of a doggy paw.
The chubby elder gaped in astonishment, almost feeling his soul slip out of his body. He observed the battered Venerable, still unable to believe in what his eyes saw.
That was the Shura Sect Venerable—a mid-level Supreme-Being, the ultimate backbone of the Shura Sect, a man who tyrannized the entire Southern Region. How could such a warrior be slain by…a random dog that nobody had ever heard of in the Southern Region.
The almighty Venerable Master who had just owned his ass a minute ago was now crushed into pieces… by a dog, how gruesome!
Finally snapping out of it, the chubby elder cast a terrified look at the black dog. His entire body was trembling.
The bloody fogs that had converged into a Shura Sect Sword Will, still hanging in the sky, was nowhere as disturbing to the chubby elder than the black dog.
