Fear, regret, and fury surged through Ren Zixu's heart.
If he had not tried to kill this man, none of this would have happened.
But it was too late for regrets.
Ren Zixu knew Jiang Ping An would not spare him. He stirred his Origin, preparing to blow himself up and take Jiang Ping An with him.
Before he could, Jiang Ping An channeled his killing intent, fused it with the power of his soul, and formed a Blood Blade.
Ren Zixu's spirit had already collapsed. He could not withstand the strike.
In an instant, his soul shattered, and his head slumped to one side.
His eyes remained open even in death.
It seemed that dying at the hands of a God Tribulation Realm god had left him unable to rest in peace.
Jiang Ping An could hold on no longer. Carrying Ren Zixu's body, he crashed to the ground and sent dust billowing up.
"Cough, cough!"
Jiang Ping An broke into a violent coughing fit.
Though he had defeated Ren Zixu, he had suffered terrible injuries himself.
His opponent had been a God King, after all. The King-level Rules Ren Zixu had unleashed held terrifying destructive power.
Not only was Jiang Ping An's divine power exhausted, but his bones were shattered, his organs damaged, and wounds covered his body, staining his white robes red.
Worst of all, the King-level Rules were eating away at his Origin.
If he could not heal it in time, his Origin might suffer permanent damage!
Just then, Jiang Ping An sensed something. The weariness vanished from his face, and he whipped his head around.
Several streaks of light had appeared in the sky.
At the sight of them, Jiang Ping An relaxed slightly.
They were members of the Wildfire Mercenary Group.
They had probably