Yuan Sect Becomes History, Fourth King Hall Takes Action!

Zhou Tong stepped forward, his gaze falling on Ren Yuanzi. There was no emotion in his now-clear eyes, only an almost icy calm.

Ren Yuanzi was pinned in place by Luo Heng's Reincarnation Power, unable to move in the slightest. Only a flicker of fear and resentment intertwined in his clouded eyes.

He wanted to say something, but Luo Heng had long since sealed his voice. At this moment, he could not even beg for mercy.

Zhou Tong looked at him in silence for a long while.

He recalled the time when he had stormed into Yuan Sect in high spirits to avenge his family, recalled that brutal battle, and recalled the decades he had spent being corroded by Yimo Power, losing his consciousness and becoming a puppet.

Then he raised his hand, his five fingers pressed together like a blade as Primal Energy condensed at his fingertips into a sharp edge.

"This strike is for my family."

He slashed down. Ren Yuanzi's left arm was severed at the shoulder, black blood spurting out. Ren Yuanzi's face twisted in agony, yet he could not even let out a scream.

"This strike is for Dao Sect."

The second strike fell, severing Ren Yuanzi's right arm as well.

"This strike is for the countless living beings slaughtered by your Yuan Sect."

The third strike, the fourth strike, the fifth strike...

Zhou Tong moved slowly. Every strike precisely avoided the vital points, allowing Ren Yuanzi to feel his life ebb away bit by bit amid endless pain.

Ren Yuanzi's eyes began to roll back, and his body shook violently, but the invisible restraint prevented him from even collapsing.

A few breaths later, Ren Yuanzi finally lost all signs of life. His body went limp like a pile of mud, and Zhou Tong casually