Because killing one evil spirit could save many more people.
The Eight Tribulation Sword shone brightly, while the man's face turned pale. He watched me cautiously. "It's incredible that someone as powerful as you exists in the Spirit Realm."
"For an evil spirit like you, I'll kill as many as come." I ground my teeth as I spoke.
"Why do you want to kill me?" the man suddenly asked.
"You've killed too many people."
"But I had no choice. In the Spirit Realm, it's impossible to survive without harming others. That applies to both humans and ghosts."
"What twisted logic!"
The Eight Tribulation Sword struck, and red light flickered around me. The next moment, the man's head flew high into the air before falling to the ground.
With a casual wave, I recalled the Eight Tribulation Sword.
Looking at the man's head, I shook my head and returned to the car.
After we left, a figure slowly emerged from the sprinkler truck that had been motionless all this time. It was the man who had already died.
"How terrifying. He killed me with a single strike. He must be at least stronger than Hell's Ten Paths." The man smiled faintly before saying, "What a pity that he has no idea how cruel the Spirit Realm truly is."
"As long as this sprinkler truck exists, I am Immortal Undying. No matter how many times I'm killed, I'll revive."
Then he drove the sprinkler truck onward, as if he had forgotten what had happened before.
Our car continued through the vast wilderness. As we drew closer and closer to the Imperial City, I grew more and more excited.
No one knew what the Imperial City of the Spirit Realm contained.
But there was no doubt that the Imperial City concealed even more