When the voice behind him rang out...
Tian Wuxiu's entire body jolted violently. With his strength, shaking off the Celestial Race experts would naturally be no hardship. He could have charged straight over and destroyed Tian Wuchen, but if he really did that, how would all the Celestial Race experts see him?
How could he continue controlling the entire Celestial Race?
"Damn it, why is Tian Wuchen's spirit projection still here?"
Rage surged through Tian Wuxiu's heart. He simply could not understand why. He had clearly killed him so thoroughly.
He had clearly examined every inch of Sikong Jing's body.
Very quickly, Tian Wuxiu calmed down again...
"You have misunderstood me. I was not planning to kill Elder Wuchen. I merely wanted to rescue him."
"It seems he has also been misled by the Anti-Seal Faction."
"He actually said that I am the Heaven-Sunder Emperor."
This was all he could say now. Tian Wuxiu accelerated madly once more, charging toward Jing Yuan and Tian Wuchen...
But... Buzz!
A saber and a sword appeared, shooting past Jing Yuan and Tian Wuchen from both sides before viciously blasting toward Tian Wuxiu.
"Sword and Saber Emperor, Chen Lusheng!"
Tian Wuxiu's eyes widened. He could only meet Chen Lusheng's saber-and-sword attack head-on.
Yet the saber and sword immediately drew back, transforming into a thread that bound Jing Yuan, then yanked fiercely, pulling Jing Yuan and Tian Wuchen out of the Peerless Pill Pavilion. At the same time, Tian Wuchen's voice continued to ring out...
"Brothers and sisters of the Celestial Race, do not be deceived by Tian Wuxiu. You must believe me."
"He is the Heaven-Sunder Emperor. He is the Heaven-Sunder Emperor!"
The voice of Tian Wuchen's spirit projection carried intense grief and indignation...
In response, Tian Wuxiu continued his frantic pursuit. He shattered