An icy, emotionless voice resounded in Si Kong Hong's mind. The next moment, he sensed a sharp killing intent descending upon him. His heart jolted as he looked up, only to see boundless sword intent gathering overhead, transforming into terrifying blades that sealed off every area around him.
"No..." Si Kong Hong roared toward the sky, his body trembling violently. Blades rained down upon his body, and ripping sounds rang out without pause. His flesh was instantly torn apart, blood scattering across the ground.
Because of a single thought, he had actually suffered a backlash!
At that instant, every expert of the Lin Clan Sect stared at the scene in dumbfounded shock. Si Kong Hong had actually been slain.
What utter irony.
A single thought led to Heaven; a single thought led to Hell.
Si Kong Hong had just broken through to the Saint realm and believed his strength was already formidable. Thus, he had intended to seize the opportunity to destroy the Lin Clan Sect and become the foremost overlord of Beidou Prefecture.
Yet he had never imagined that he would lose to a junior at the eighth level of the Yuan Emperor realm, and before so many witnesses at that. Where could he possibly hide his shame?
This was the most humiliating battle of his life. He had not even clearly seen Lin Taichu's face before dying, before being executed just like that.
"This kid is really brutal!" Lei Yu's mouth twitched as he stared at the peerlessly proud figure in the void. He could not help feeling envy, jealousy, and resentment. They were both heavenly geniuses, so why could he never encounter such an opportunity?
After Si Kong Hong died, the remaining demonic shadows in the Lin Clan Sect also dissipated. A disaster had come to an