"How could this be..."
Oberon couldn't believe it, even in his dying moment, that his glorious life would end in such a careless manner.
But, against an unfathomably powerful opponent, he was powerless to change anything.
Thump!
Oberon fell to the ground, breathless and dead.
And at this moment, a sword scar that stretched from his forehead to his lower body slowly became visible.
This sword scar, swift and fierce, almost split him in two.
On the wound of the sword scar, there were traces of black flames emerging.
Clearly, an ordinary sword scar was not enough to deal fatal damage to someone as strong as Oberon—it was the black flames that were the key.
"The Holy Emperor... is actually dead?"
The six severely wounded Heavenly Kings, upon witnessing Oberon's fall, were filled with an indescribable fear.
If Xiao Chen could kill Oberon, how could he spare them?
"Ancestral God, save us!"
