Benevolent Sage, Heart Sage, and the others hurried off in pursuit of the Overlord and Taishang Heavenly Demon. Though their encirclement of Luocheng had failed and the infighting within the Demon Sect had ceased, finding Taishang Heavenly Demon before his transformation was now all but impossible. Yet at their level, each had a path of their own, and their wills had long since become unshakable. Even with the odds a million to one, they would not give up. They would charge forward, even if a thousand men stood in their way.
Luocheng seemed to grow much quieter all at once, taking on a touch of desolation. The morning sunlight spilled across the ground, casting a glow over Multi-eyed Heavenly King's twisted, anguished face.
His tiny structures had collapsed, and the Dharma Body Master swallowed his final breath. His supposedly immortal body rotted at a visible speed, faster even than an ordinary mortal's. In the space of a breath, nothing remained but a pool of black mud, with a pale-black Mustard Ring lying quietly within it.
Suddenly, the Mustard Ring moved on its own, as if pulled by an invisible rope. Along with the five-colored Li Xian Sword on the ground, it flew straight into Meng Qi's palm.
Ren Qiushui paid no attention to this detail. She stared blankly at the pool of black mud, her mind filled with the image of that towering Pale Gold Giant.
"You killed Multi-eyed Heavenly King with nothing but your fists?" Ren Qiushui raised her delicate face, her eyes fixed on Meng Qi and ignoring He Qi beside him.
Meng Qi sighed. "I did."
Facing a Heavenly Immortal—even a gravely wounded one—he hadn't dared to let his guard down for a moment. So he had gone all out, unleashing the full might of the Eight-Nine