Blood Saint of Three Realms

The originally solemn and sacred Nantian Gate was now reduced to ruins. Chen Yi was covered in blood on the corpses of countless generals, gods and Buddhas, some from immortals and some from Buddhas. He stood upright with a long iron stick in his hand, looking at the gods and Buddhas in the sky opposite. He laughed, his voice getting louder and louder, and there was a hint of madness in his wild laughter. He laughed so much that he coughed, but he still laughed. "Hahahahahaha! Ha... Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough! Hahahahaha... No one dares to come up! No one is there anymore!!" "God? Buddha? They are all a bunch of cowards!! Hahahaha cowards! Hahahahaha!" He roared hysterically! But he laughed even more wildly. The river of blood on the ground vaguely reflected the ruins of Nantianmen. The hundreds of thousands of gods and Buddhas present in the sky were silent, and no one dared to make a sound...