I once heard some old sayings on the earth, saying that when it is time to retribution, even if you kill your enemies with your own hands, you will get more emptiness in your heart.

Looking at the place where Wang Li completely disappeared, there was no so-called emptiness in his heart, but he breathed a deep sigh of relief, this madman who had been hiding in the shadows, ready to give me and my relatives a fatal blow, was finally killed by my own hands today.

Not to mention any retribution, I just feel that he can no longer harm me in the future, nor can he harm those I care about, I feel happy in my heart, as for me to torture Wang Li to death with such a cruel method, to be honest, I have no psychological burden at all, this is the punishment that Wang Li deserves.

"Husband, are you alright?" Zhao Yixian, who was beside him, asked softly.

"It's okay, this guy is finally dead, and we don't have to worry about him popping up in the future." I looked at Zhao Yixian and said with a smile.

"Yes, it didn't disappoint me!"

At this time, Shen Wang and the others also leaned over, and at this time, Ling Yue, who was beside him, had already taken back his broken arm, but Ling Yue's face was still a little pale, and he must have hurt some vitality.

"Thank you Senior Shen for giving me this opportunity to slash this person!" I bowed my hand to Shen Wang again.

Shen Wang waved his hand, and was about to say something when the pseudo-godhead suspended in my sea of consciousness shook suddenly, making me snort involuntarily, and then, my whole consciousness escaped into my own sea of consciousness.

At this moment, I am not an entity, but a spirit condensed by divine consciousness, suspended above the sea of consciousness, and in front of me is the pseudo-godhead with a faint purple gas.

The purple qi on the pseudo-godhead swelled and contracted, as if the heart was beating, and then a large area of purple qi gushed out from the pseudo-godhead, condensing into a familiar figure in the blink of an eye.

Lying saints!

As soon as the Whispering Saint appeared, there was a hint of confusion in her eyes, and she looked around, and finally her gaze fell on mine.

"It seems that Wang Li's guy has been killed by you." With a faint smile on her face, she whispered to me, and from her voice, I seemed to hear a hint of relief.

"Yes, Wang Li is dead." I nodded.