Wind Thunder Sword Shadows swept past...
Pei Du's entire body suddenly froze. His true qi was blasted to pieces on the spot by Sikong Jing's Wind Thunder Sword Shadows. Then another shadow flashed through him, slicing his body in two. The halves fell separately to the ground.
With one Wind Thunder Sword strike, an old top-tier Emperor of the Thousand Kings Holy Tower was dead!
Before his death, Pei Du had not even gotten the chance to say a single word. He had died without the slightest ability to resist.
"No, impossible!"
The people around the Martial Arena, already thrown into chaos, seemed to have been struck by lightning at that instant. Every one of them froze on the spot, staring in disbelief at the scene within the arena.
Their mouths hung open, their lips trembling wildly, their hearts frozen like ice.
Whether they were people from the Thousand Kings Holy Tower or powerful experts from every side, none could speak. It was terrifying as hell.
Just then, Sikong Jing slowly sheathed his sword. Without sparing Pei Du's corpse a single glance, he pointed his sword at the stunned Qu Hanming and said coldly, "Northern Abyss Yin Devil, it's your turn."
Qu Hanming's mouth twitched violently...
Everyone around him, having forgotten how to react, instinctively shifted their gazes to Qu Hanming.
An inexplicable thought surfaced in their hearts: Could the Northern Abyss Yin Devil, who had just overwhelmingly defeated Wunian Killing Love, withstand even one move from Sikong Little Devil?
The latter gulped and could not stop himself from swallowing.
Even though he knew Sikong Jing was putting on an act with him, for some reason, Qu Hanming was still terrified.
Sikong Little Devil was even more terrifying than he had been a few days ago.
Only now did he