With Nalan Qingqing no longer holding him back, Jing Xing unleashed himself completely, displaying his full might. Wherever he went, no one could stop him.
He summoned one Formation Script after another, weaving poison into the formations and launching a massive slaughter.
These Formation Scripts were difficult to defend against, because Jing Xing had also incorporated concealment techniques, hiding the formations from sight. By the time the High-Level Heavenly Vault Immortal Kings noticed them, they had already been struck by deadly poison that was all but impossible to reverse!
Poison Cultivators excelled at fighting groups!
And the more powerful the Poison Cultivator, the more this was true!
On top of that, Jing Xing was also proficient in formations, the heavenly mysteries, and assassination. He had pushed all these disciplines to their peaks.
The Sea Race Progenitor, the Giant Demon Race Ancient Ancestor, and the other Ancient Ancestors furrowed their brows, realizing the tide had turned against them.
With an overpowered figure like Jing Xing on the field, the High-Level Heavenly Vault cultivators could hardly hold their ground. They were bound to be picked off one by one!
They looked at Nalan Qingqing, frustrated with her beyond words. The Nalan Family had so many Heavenly Prodigies—why had they sent this idiot in particular?
Nalan Qingqing was indeed very powerful, but she wasn't very bright. She believed everything people told her, and Jing Xing had already led her around by the nose.
"Nalan Qingqing, can you stop him? We're all on the same side. You can't just watch them get killed," the old man from the Huangtian Immortal Race said gravely.
At this, Nalan Qingqing cocked her head. "If they were strong enough, how could they be getting killed?"
The old man: "..."
The old man patiently reasoned with her. "That may