At the same time.
Beneath the vault of heaven, on the other side.
King De, who had likewise not died, stood with three illusory, ethereal soul-shadows, gazing from afar at the dark-blue radiance and bloody sword-light that had suddenly flared atop Shenjing. He stood stunned for a moment, then let out a long sigh. [Enough, enough. I thought far too little of it. To unleash a Lingxiao Realm battle of this magnitude, An Jing giving ten seconds to choose to leave was already mercy upon mercy, lenience upon lenience.]
[But even so... I still don't understand something.]
Carrying that doubt, he turned back to look at the three translucent souls behind him. [Isn't An Jing's Seven Killings Tribulation far too vicious? Why did he not hold back, killing even you?]
The three souls behind King De were none other than Cang Linzu, Gu Yunzhi, and Xing Mofeng.
The clash between An Jing and Yin Gujin—the collision that split open heaven and extinguished worlds—had vaporized all of Shenjing. The God-Slaying Platform had long since vanished without a trace. Gu Yunzhi had naturally been annihilated by the aftershock, while Cang Linzu, who had remained in the heavenly prison, and Xing Mofeng, who had not particularly wanted to live and had only wished to witness an earthshaking battle between mighty experts, had not survived either. They too had been killed outright.
From this alone, An Jing truly had treated everyone equally. There was no hidden favoritism, no secret protection. So long as they had not chosen to leave, even his own Companion Star, Cang Linzu, and Xing Mofeng, an old acquaintance who had once fought at his side, had to die. In that respect, there was truly nothing to criticize.
As for Gu Yunzhi... honestly, not even King De had thought An Jing