Bottoms up on this bowl of chicken soup

But because she could see the battle clearly, Henzhen couldn't help but look astonished and incredulous, because she saw the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King being beaten back step by step, completely powerless to fight back.

The peerless expert who once single-handedly stirred up the world, requiring the Glazed Temple to prepare for a hundred years and sacrifice several generations to lay the groundwork for his ambush, can now only retaliate with a furious roar of resentment in a one-on-one situation.

"Has the world really changed?" countless people murmured in bewilderment.

After a brief but intense battle, a dazzling bolt of lightning suddenly exploded in the clouds, accompanied by rolling thunder that tore through the sky. A rain cloud, as black as ink and as thick as an umbrella, was covered with arcs of electricity, bursting forth with countless beams of light and fire.

"Rain Falls on All Things, Purple Dragon Billows!"

The wind and clouds lost their color, a torrential rain was about to fall, and raindrops the size of beans fell, soon pouring down in torrents, as if the heavens were responding, moved by the impending One Sword strike, changing color and shedding tears.

"The Supreme Desolation God Returns Xuanming Annihilation!"

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King was clearly unwilling to surrender and had no intention of escaping. He fought back with all his might, his vast Power of Anomalies condensing into Qianzhang blade that cleaved through the air, intending to completely scatter the rain clouds.

Suddenly, a fierce wind howled, black wind swept in, thunder roared, and a series of sounds arose, becoming a unique symphony between heaven and earth, like the wailing and howling of ghosts and gods in fear.

The next moment, everyone finally saw the battle clearly, because a purple sword light pierced through the dark clouds, melting away the darkness that covered the sky and the earth. It was a dazzling light that no amount of fancy words could describe.

This towering purple sword light, like a blazing sun, brought destruction and ashes wherever it flew. Even the Spirit King's desperate counterattack was no exception; the Qianzhang giant blade was pierced by the sword light, breaking apart inch by inch.

In the end, even the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King could not escape. His body was pierced by the sword light, truly cut in two. His internal organs and spine were all shattered by this One Sword, and he fell from the sky, spurting blood.

The light lasted for an unknown period of time until it dissipated and the roar ceased. The people and monsters who looked up on the earth still felt a stinging pain in their eyes and a buzzing in their eardrums. But before they could recover from their blindness and deafness, time and space suddenly froze, all colors faded, all things were silent, and living beings were like sculptures.

"All Evils Fall Silent, All Wickedness Perishes!"

The Evil-Slaying Sword Qi slashed through the air, its target a writhing mass of flesh—the unformed form of the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King. His human form had suffered a fatal blow, forcing him to transform into a monster. But since Si Ming knew this, he naturally wouldn't give him an extra chance—even though Si Ming always claimed that he was invincible in his transformed state, it was clear that in his eyes, villains didn't deserve such treatment.

In a fight between martial artists, once a trump card has been used, it's difficult to use it again if the opponent is on guard. This is why some people like to explain their trump cards to their opponents. After all, if you don't seize this opportunity to show off, you won't have another chance. So why not show off?

As the Evil-Slaying Sword Qi pierced into the flesh mass, time and space resumed their flow. Accompanied by a shrill scream, the flesh mass convulsed and trembled violently. One by one, the evil eyes on its surface exploded, leaving behind dark holes. The still-forming body could not provide sufficient protection, and the Monster Race's essence was restrained by the Evil-Slaying Sword Intent.

"I'm entrusting the care of Illusion Ji's daughter to you..."

A sigh echoed from the vast void, seemingly a sigh of relief. The massive mass of flesh exploded in mid-air, and the dense, Power of Anomalies dissipated along with the Sword Qi energy, vanishing with the wind. The King of Monsters had perished once again.

"Judging from his tone, could it be that he's also being manipulated, just like the Azure Mysterious Corpse King?"

Si Ming landed with questions in his mind. As soon as he touched the ground, Ying Zhou and Xia Guanxue, who had been hiding in the shadows, came out. The former said with a displeased look, "You went too far. You didn't even give him a chance to escape before you killed him. You wasted my hard-earned interception tactics."

Before arriving at Glazed Temple, Si Ming worried that he alone could not stop the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King. So he ordered Ying Zhou and Xia Guanxue to ambush him in advance and intercept Spirit King when he tried to escape. They didn't expect to cause much damage, just to slow him down. However, throughout the battle, the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King never showed any intention of escaping. Whether it was out of a king's pride or for some other reason, he ultimately died and his spirit was destroyed.

Furthermore, without the Purple Primal Emperor Slash, a handy divine weapon, the Spirit King's overall strength was weaker than last time, making this battle easier than Si Ming had anticipated.

"Stop complaining. There's still a bunch of Monster Race over there. If you have the energy, go and wipe them out. What are you standing here for?"

Perhaps because the death of the Spirit King was too shocking, the Monster Race were still in a daze, unable to believe that the mighty King of Monsters had been killed in a one-on-one situation. There was no formation surrounding him, nor was he attacked from both sides or ambushed. He was truly outmatched and suppressed throughout the entire battle, never having a chance to turn the tide. Therefore, they had not yet recovered from their shock.

Ying Zhou curled his lip. "You think you can get rid of me with some small fry after you've devoured the shark yourself?"

"Don't be careless. There are several Monster Race generals inside, whose strength is at the Spirit Transformation stage. Coupled with their extraordinary regenerative abilities, even you could be in danger," Si Ming warned.

"I understand, I won't give them that chance."

"I'm leaving this place to you. I need to hurry to the Evil-Slaying Sword Sect. I hope Hongdou and the others can hold off the Beast King Anye."

Si Ming was anxious and, without saying goodbye to Henzhen, hurriedly flew towards Glazed Temple. He needed to use the spatial teleportation array to get to the Evil-Slaying Sword Sect. If he traveled on foot, it would be too late by the time he arrived. He had also used the spatial array to get from the Heavenly Martial Alliance to Glazed Temple.

His initial idea was for him to deal with the stronger Beast King Anye, while Hongdou and the others would deal with the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King. However, Yu Shuying believed that rather than failing to capture the enemy on either side and only losing without killing them, it would be better to use the superior force against the inferior force to increase the probability of killing them. As long as the Spirit King was successfully killed, the future situation would be greatly improved. Si Jingyu also agreed with this tactical arrangement.

"Sigh, one journey after another, without even a break, what a life of toil!"

Chapter 839 Drink this bowl of chicken soup

When Si Ming arrived at the Evil-Slaying Sword Sect without stopping, he did not see the battle he had imagined. Only the remaining smoke and the broken mountain proved that a great battle had just taken place here.

"What happened? You all teamed up to defeat the Beast King Anye?" Si Ming asked Yu Shuying and the others, puzzled.

"The Beast King turned and ran away as soon as it saw us."

Hongdou was also puzzled. She had been reminded by Si Ming that this Beast King was incredibly powerful, even stronger than her grandfather. Even Si Ming himself admitted that he wasn't certain of victory. Before coming, she had prepared for a tough battle—although she was handing her body over to Si Jingyu to fight—but before she could even put in any effort, the opponent had already fled. She felt frustrated, as if she had punched the air.

Si Ming pondered, could it be that after seeing Hongdou and the others, the Beast King Anye had a sudden idea, anticipated that he would arrive soon, and thus managed to escape in time, preventing him from having a chance to gang up on them?

Finally, Zheng Jingyuan, the current sect leader of the Evil-Slaying Sword Sect, revealed the truth. "The resurrected Beast King no longer possesses the Power of Sacred and Evil." His severed arm has already grown back.

"I see. This is the best news I've heard since arriving in the Barbarian Continent," Si Ming said, his tone becoming more relaxed. "Without the Power of Sacred and Evil, the Beast King Anye is just a paper tiger. You can defeat him without me even having to lift a finger. No wonder he ran away."

Of the three King of Monsters he has fought, the Beast King Anye is undoubtedly the weakest. He has neither the strange eye technique of the Spirit King nor the sturdy body of the Corpse King. He is also a lone commander without any capable subordinates. Ignoring his regenerative power, his actual combat strength is only at the Peak Spirit Transformation. He probably can't even beat Ba Shenhuang.

The only thing the Beast King can be praised for is that he has no idol baggage and is ruthless, willing to use all sorts of underhanded methods without hesitation, such as escaping, poisoning, and killing his own family. In this respect, the self-proclaimed king, the Spirit King, is not as good as him.

"Even without the Power of Sacred and Evil, the Beast King is still very strong, at least among the top five strongest in the Barbarian Continent."

Zheng Jingyuan smiled wryly and defended his mortal enemy, saying, "If the Beast King is a paper tiger, then what is the Evil-Slaying Sword Sect, whose mountain gate was blocked by the Beast King alone?"

Of course, he had already received the news that the leader of the Heavenly Martial Alliance had single-handedly killed the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King on the battlefield. With such a remarkable achievement, it wouldn't be wrong to say that the Beast King was a paper tiger. The other party certainly had the qualifications. It can only be said that people are different, and everyone has different circumstances. There are some people that you can't catch up with even if you cheat.

Fortunately, at least this person is on my side, so all I need to do now is find a comfortable position to cling to.

Si Jingyu speculated, "The Beast King was able to wield the Power of Sacred and Evil because he seized the body of the former sect leader. This resurrection may have only restored his physical body, not his state before death, which is why he cannot reproduce the Power of Sacred and Evil."

Si Ming nodded. "Although I haven't fought the Beast King, your guess is quite reasonable. If the Beast King possesses the Power of Sacred and Evil, then his first task is definitely not to attack the Evil-Slaying Sword Sect, but to find a secluded place to hide and cultivate in peace until he has completely mastered the Power of Sacred and Evil before making his move."

Si Ming followed the others up the mountain, greeting many disciples of the Evil-Slaying Sword Sect along the way. After all, the memory of fighting side by side was not far off, and the disciples had not forgotten so quickly. Moreover, the situation of the Evil-Slaying Sword Sect was better than that of the Glazed Temple and the Heavenly Martial Alliance.

The Beast King Anye was a lone wolf, and even after his resurrection, he had few followers. The Evil-Slaying Sword Sect avoided being besieged by a large army. All they had to do was gather the sect's experts to set up a sword formation to resist the Beast King. If it weren't for the previous battle where many of their experts were killed, they would even have had the strength to support the Glazed Temple and the Heavenly Martial Alliance.