Xuantian showed no mercy. Concealing a Soul-Extinguishing Needle in his palm, he slammed his hand into the Heavenly God's head.
The head split apart like a watermelon beneath his palm, then dissolved into a shower of light that slowly faded.
Outside the plaza, in the Feather Clan's section, a Heavenly God shook violently. His body suddenly went rigid, and he fell straight to the ground, lifeless.
"No! Ancestor, wake up! Please wake up!"
The Feather Clan's section descended into chaos. The sight of the Heavenly God collapsing filled them with dread, and panic swept through the entire area.
"This is bad. We miscalculated. We're in danger now."
"Damn it! This monster's strength exceeds the limits of the Venerable Realm. He's truly on the level of the ancient freaks. With our cultivation suppressed to the Venerable Realm, we can't gain the upper hand."
The two Heavenly Gods looked grim. The strength their cultivation afforded them was nowhere near enough to suppress Xuantian, while he could kill them with ease.
Entering the Spirit Realm had been an enormous gamble for the three Heavenly Gods. It had already cost them one of their own.
Now the remaining two were in grave danger. Xuantian had them firmly in his sights, and they might lose their lives here as well.
"Do you intend to wage war against our clans until one side is wiped out? If so, you'll die without a burial place!" Though he was losing, the Silver Blood Heavenly God still spoke with lofty arrogance. Even while seeking a way out, he refused to bow his head.
"Save your breath. Now that we're enemies, this ends only when one side is gone!"
They had attacked him with intent to kill. There could be no reconciliation. If his cultivation were high enough, he would