Sikong Ling's eyes were still bloodshot. Her brother had been far too ruthless with himself—he seemed to be mutilating himself just to win.
Suddenly, Sikong Ling's entire body jolted. She saw Ling Zhe rise to his feet...
"Using one's own sword to forge an extreme prison... it seems the ancient Sword Extinction Emperor had some connection to the Sword Clan."
"Not bad. Quite unusual."
Ling Zhe actually praised Sikong Jing again and again. He had mentioned the words "Sword Clan."
"Spirit Gull, pass down the order to all your people: temporarily halt every extermination operation... As for the superior specimens among the test subjects taken from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm, let them fend for themselves. Each race and each hall may deal with them as they see fit."
"As for all the remaining people from the Spirit Seal Realm in Feather Alliance Hall and elsewhere, aside from this Black-Clothed Youth, Feather Alliance Hall may also deal with them as it sees fit."
At that moment, Ling Zhe began disposing of the people from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm, making Sikong Ling tremble all over.
"As for this Black-Clothed Youth, inheritor of Sword Extinction..."
"Tell Feather Transformation that he is to be temporarily taken in as a disciple of Feather Alliance Hall. Ensure that he... forget it, let him fend for himself too. He may prove useful in the future, though if he cannot grow, he is of no use anyway."
"This method of forging an extreme prison with one's sword can very easily forge him to death. Just try nurturing him and see."
At Ling Zhe's words, Tu Duoqing's body went limp. It seemed she had survived, yet it seemed she had not truly survived at all. Ling Zhe meant for each race and hall to dispose