149 Wastes

"Impossible!"

Su Tianci couldn't believe that his Golden Light Body was crushed this easily. Heaven itself had given him this Golden Light Body. He had heard the villagers say that, the moment he was born, dragon roars and claps of thunder resounded throughout the world, and a giant snake with eight heads was seen floating in the sky.

He believed that he was extraordinary because he was a man of destiny.

"Ahhh~!"

Suddenly, a miserable scream echoed in the cave.

Lin Fan, stepping on Su Tianci's chest, had ripped his arms from his shoulders. Blood immediately gushed out of his wounds. Right after, something bloody streaked across the air and flew straight at Ying Sheng's face, covering his eyes with blood.

"Trash."

Lin Fan smashed Su Tianci's head with a stomp; his head broke like a watermelon as blood and grey matter flooded the ground. He died in an instant; he couldn't be any more dead.