In the shattered, boundless void.
All was silent, save for the turbulent spatial winds sweeping through this endless space.
Everyone stared at Lu Chang'sheng, hovering in midair, their faces twisted with shock.
The divine envoy from the Immortal Realm, a powerhouse at the Demigod level, had just been slaughtered—easily—by Lu Chang'sheng?
Tan Zongzhao glanced at Blackie, dazed, and asked, "Your master... just what level has he reached? To do this, he must be among the very top elites of the Chaos Realm."
Blackie shook his head. "No idea."
No idea?
What does that even mean?
Blackie didn't seem surprised at all. He smiled, "Even we have never seen through master's strength. Whenever master confronts an enemy, he never uses his full strength—just slays them without any effort at all."
Both Tan Zongzhao and the rest from the Chaos Realm were at a loss for words after hearing this…
The demon god looked at Lu Chang'sheng, then glanced again at Blackie.
