The people of the Xie Family shivered upon hearing these words; the Ancestor Xie, who stood at the pinnacle of the Martial Saint for over sixty years, was merely a larger ant in front of the Beihai Venerable?
The Xie family instinctively resisted believing this notion, but when they saw the fragments of bodies scattered across the ground, still faintly glowing with a blue light, they had no choice but to accept it.
Xie Jiacheng's face turned ashen, his heart nearly overwhelmed by rage, and he said coldly, "Such arrogance, do you have other targets in mind?"
The Beihai Venerable glanced at Xie Jiacheng and chuckled, "I quite like your temper, if it were anyone else, I would have slapped them to death by now. But now I might as well answer your query. My primary purpose here is to spar with the Evil God. Your ancestor was merely blocking my path."
"The Evil God?"
At the mention of these two words, everyone in the Xie Family was stunned.
