Chen Tianwen maintained an indifferent expression.

When Hong Yuan and You Mengtian saw the God-Slaying Light, a look of surprise flashed across their eyes simultaneously.

A sense of danger came from my consciousness.

Even they could feel a slight disruption in the blood flow beneath their skin.

"Xuantian Sect truly lives up to its reputation as the leading sect among the five major sects of Qingzhou."

The same thought arose in both of their minds.

If they were to encounter the God-Slaying Light.

There's only one way to deal with this!

escape!

Get as far away as you can!

The power of the God-Slaying Light was simply beyond their ability to withstand.

Being struck by the God-Slaying Light would result in severe injury, if not death!

Thinking of this, both of them cast wary glances at Chen Tianwen.

They were afraid that Chen Tianwen would find a chance to escape.

But what can we do now, and wait for Chen Tianwen's reaction?

The other cultivators below the stage could no longer hold on.

The rift in the void was growing larger and larger.

The void lightning spread outwards.

The cultivators who witnessed this terrifying sight were completely dumbfounded, but under the oppressive aura of the three Nascent Soul cultivators, they were unable to move and could only watch helplessly as they were swallowed up by the lightning...

"Help! I don't want to die!"

"It's all over...it's all over...I just married my eighteenth concubine,"

"Waaah, please, have mercy on us and save our lives!"

Faced with death, no one blamed anyone anymore; the remaining people had collapsed and were incoherently begging for mercy from the four people on the stage.

However, the three Nascent Soul cultivators, Song Yeyun, Hong Yuan, and You Mengtian, turned a deaf ear to the pleas for mercy from the crowd below.

The deity is high above, looking down upon all living beings.

In their eyes, these cultivators who weren't even at the Nascent Soul stage were no different from ants.

None of the three of them offered to help.