Mortals simply cannot oppose gods.
And reality had proven them right.
Before Zeng Hu could even reach Xia Liang, Xia Liang snapped his fingers. A bolt of lightning, no less powerful than the previous Lightning Talisman, descended from the sky. It blasted Zeng Hu into dust, leaving not even a corpse behind—only a pile of gray ashes on the garden floor. Earlier, Xia Liang had already altered his fate, changing it to one of utter annihilation.
From a distance, Zeng Long witnessed everything, but his eyes were now vacant and void of any emotion. The Lightning Talisman their master had treasured for decades couldn't compare to a single snap of Xia Liang's fingers.
The next instant, Zeng Long pulled out a knife and plunged it into his own heart. He collapsed, lifeless.
Within seconds, the two brothers, Zeng Long and Zeng Hu, were dead before everyone's eyes.
