This was the first time Li Qingqiu had used the Immortal Absolute Three Swords. It was Jiang Zhaoxia's fortuitous opportunity, a sword art divine ability that suited him well, so he had set aside some time to practice it.
Although his mastery of the Immortal Absolute Three Swords was not yet as great as Jiang Zhaoxia's, he made up for it with his vast reserves of Origin Energy.
As dozens of sword clones swarmed him, the Silent Nether Ghost King was hacked until flesh and blood flew everywhere. More and more of his white bones showed through.
Centered on the Silent Nether Ghost King, the ground in every direction was ravaged by Sword Qi, while blood sprayed through the air.
The sight made the Northern Court Army watching from afar shudder with fear, and they instinctively grew to revere Li Qingqiu.
Compared with the Silent Nether Ghost King, who was as terrifying as a demon, Li Qingqiu had the bearing of an immortal. Besides, the Northern Court Army knew why they had come, so they could tell that the Silent Nether Ghost King was their target. Seeing him brutally slaughtered, they breathed a sigh of relief.
At least they would not have to face such a terrifying monster themselves.
"Damn it..."
The Silent Nether Ghost King gritted his teeth. His defenses grew slower and slower until his body began to sway violently and he could only hold on by sheer force.
His body healed at an astonishing speed. Even under Li Qingqiu's onslaught, as relentless as a storm, he still had not fallen.
Li Qingqiu did not believe the Silent Nether Ghost King could hold out forever, so he kept the divine ability going.
A figure came racing down the mountain, taking the steps two at a time. It was