Ling Qing had already decided to send Sun Hu and the others to meet their tribulation, so naturally, he would not hold back.
Nor would he let them stop.
Otherwise, he would truly feel too embarrassed to strike to kill.
Single-Horn Master had first been hit by He Xiangu's golden needles, then stabbed in the chest by Pangolin's spear.
Seeing Ling Qing's attacks were so fierce, he wanted to use the Shadowless Sword to slip in front of Ling Qing and subdue him.
However, others neither knew nor understood his methods, much less had any way to counter them.
But Ling Qing knew them inside out—or rather, he knew every method and secret art of all the demons and monsters in the Heaven-Piercing Sect.
Since he had already uncovered their foundations, he had ways to restrain them.
Single-Horn Master came up behind him, and Ling Qing pretended not to notice. Yet the instant he made his move, Ling Qing abruptly spun around and struck out with his palm, five-colored streams of light swirling within it.
It was precisely the Peacock Five-Ultimate Palm, which he had not used in a long time.
The five-colored radiance flowed, piercing all defenses and stamping itself onto Single-Horn Master's crown.
Bang!
Single-Horn Master revealed himself and flew backward like a scrap of torn cloth.
In midair, he reverted to the form of a one-horned spotted leopard and crashed down where he had originally stood.
"Single-Horn!!" Sun Hu and the others stared at the sight in disbelief.
When they had attacked Ling Qing earlier, they had all intended to capture him alive and had not struck to kill.
Yet they had never expected Ling Qing to kill Single-Horn Master outright.
Ling Qing looked at them and said, "If you do not attack with everything you have,