As the saying goes: People differ in height, build, and appearance, just as matters differ in importance and urgency.
The Human Domain experts rushing to congratulate him, those Annihilation Sect Demonic Cultivators beaming with enthusiastic smiles—at this moment, they were all pushed to the back of Wu Wang's mind. His eyes were fixed only on the woman standing within the grand formation below; only on that girl in a light green short skirt, her hair styled in a chic cloud-like bun, her eyes brimming with excitement.
So… Wu Wang feigned unconsciousness.
After making the throat-slitting gesture, he stood silently in the air for a while. His aura gradually weakened, and flickering Immortal Light began to appear around him. The bloodstains on his robe were strikingly conspicuous. His breathing became as faint as a thread, his hands trembled, and a muffled grunt escaped his nose before his figure drifted down from the sky like a falling leaf.
