Platinum Bishop Salas's face was full of terror. At that moment, it felt as though tens of thousands of alpacas were stampeding through his heart.
He kept asking himself, why was he so unlucky?
He had casually taken a dislike to someone, and that person turned out to be Spirit Hall's mortal enemy—the pope of Myriad Beast Hall, whom Lord Qian Daoliu wanted dead more than anything!
He could not help but marvel at how cursed his judgment was!
"Attack together! Kill him, and Lord Qian Daoliu will reward you handsomely!"
Salas knew that today, either Little Jiu would die or he would die. If anyone dared send assassins after him, Salas would grind them to dust and scatter their ashes. Therefore, he believed that Little Jiu would not spare him either.
"Attack together? Fine. Group battles are what I fear least!"
"It's been a long time since I seriously killed anyone. My hands are starting to itch."
Little Jiu walked down step by step. With a toss of his hand, the Spirit Ring Spirit in his palm wrapped around Salas. In an instant, Salas's Eighth Spirit Ring vanished, and his aura plummeted.
"So this is the legendary Spirit Ring Spirit? It's ridiculously overpowered." Shui Yue'er's eyes sparkled. Hearing about it was nothing compared to seeing it in person. The sight of someone instantly losing a Spirit Ring was simply too shocking.
Shui Xinrou secretly clicked her tongue as well. This kind of spirit was designed purely to crush people's spirits.
Shui Bing'er lightly bit her lip. No matter how cool and detached she was, she was still shaken by such an ability.
The Spirit Hall Soul Sages and Soul Emperors below also revealed terrified expressions. They were making a difficult choice in their hearts: obey Platinum Bishop Salas's order