Chapter 1247

It's over!

Really over!

The venerable Qilin Saint, too, had finally followed in the footsteps of Master Hongkun.

His physical body collapsed, his holy blood surged wildly!

"Dead? The old Qilin ghost is actually dead?" the Primordial Dragon's Remnant Soul said to itself, slightly losing focus.

This sudden death of his eternal arch-enemy did not bring him the excitement he had imagined.

On the contrary, his expression was quite complex.

A fox grieves for the death of a rabbit!

Even the Primordial Dragon's Remnant Soul fell into boundless confusion.

For billions of years, what had sustained him was his obsession with taking revenge on the Qilin Saint and others.

Now, with the Qilin Saint having fallen, he felt as if his life had lost its purpose and direction.

"Cackles, dead, really dead. Ha ha, serves you right for constantly scheming against me. Now you've completely vanished. It's well-deserved—"