“You, you, what did you say?! That son of a d*g cleared the twelfth floor!” The news sounded like a thunderclap in Song Litao’s mind. His eyes lost a little luster, then his neck jerked up, looking at the peak of the Holy Mountain.

Song Litao finally noticed that there was a gigantic ancient building above the Holy Mountain, silently hovering, enshrouded in resplendent halos.

There was no need to think as it was obvious that this building was ‘Heaven,’ which had never appeared before!

After a wave of shock and disbelief, Song Litao’s face was even more distorted. He hollered in fury, “It was this bast*rd, it’s this bast*ard, no wonder I didn’t even get one holy fruit!”

“No wonder I didn’t even get one holy fruit after clearing ten floors!”

Murderous aura surged from Song Litao’s body, and his eyes had turned scarlet.

The Massacring Gods Gate’s Ancestors were stunned at the information...