He looked at Subduing Demon Douluo, whose heart had been pierced by ten thousand swords, and at Thousand Jun Douluo, whom Subduing Demon Douluo had sent away with all his strength and who had escaped by the skin of his teeth.
Su Mutian drifted in midair... then fell.
The sixth soul ring the Five-Colored Deer had granted him was precisely Multivariate Differentiation. Combined with the system's added gold quality ring, it achieved the effect of Gilgamesh's infinite treasury of weapons.
But it consumed an enormous amount of Soul Power.
Just that one high-end, style-heavy soul skill had drained every last bit of Soul Power from Su Mutian's Divine Sword Martial Soul.
He could only forcibly keep himself going with his clone.
But...
"Go!"
Su Mutian condensed a purple Emperor Sword and crushed it over mercilessly.
Whether in film or novels, countless experiences had taught him one thing.
Either hide to the very end and never reveal himself.
Or else uproot the weeds and pull out the roots!
Otherwise, if wildfire could not burn them all away, they would grow again when the spring wind blew.
He absolutely could not leave anyone alive!
The splendor of that sword...
It was the descent of an imperial tyrant, incomparably noble.
All his Soul Power poured out, every bit of it injected into the third soul skill that could crush a person's will.
Thousand Jun Douluo's pupils dilated, and in his eyes appeared a purple Emperor Sword that gradually grew larger.
In an instant, the figure above the giant tree split into two halves, one large and one small, and fell into the tangled forest.
That blood-soaked corpse would become food for wild beasts, torn into countless random pieces.
Only then...
did Su Mutian let out a breath of relief.
That felt good.
Yet