As his words fell, there came a whoosh...
Beneath Sikong Jing's feet, countless Army-Slaying Formation patterns erupted, instantly linking to everyone in Spirit Dream City.
So long as they were below the Emperor Venerable realm, every one of them was connected to him.
Then another immense torrent of sword light, carrying the Sword Clan's Burial Emperor Sword, shot forth and blasted toward Ling Dao.
"Wah..."
Ling Dao let out a strange cry and was sent flying bodily. Before he could figure out why he, a dignified Eight-Tribulation Emperor Venerable, had been blasted away, Sikong Jing's second streak of sword light had already savagely pierced Ling Zhe through the brow.
Ling Zhe's eyes froze as he rasped, "Impossible. You're only a Three-Tribulation Emperor Venerable."
Before his death, he saw Sikong Jing's realm clearly and could scarcely believe it.
After saying that, his head tilted to one side. A Spirit Shadow fled from it, only to be shredded into fragments by Sikong Jing's lingering Sword Qi.
Just then, Sikong Jing suddenly slapped his forehead again...
"Almost forgot. You're someone with Dual Spirit Shadows—there's still one Spirit Shadow left to deal with."
"Only then can you truly be exterminated."
With a swish, another strand of Sword Qi shot from Sikong Jing's hand, flying straight into Divine Spirit Main Island.
"Ah..."
A heaven-shaking scream rang out from within Ling Zhe's palace on Divine Spirit Main Island.
Thus, Ling Zhe was utterly annihilated.
The entire world fell silent. Everyone in the Spirit Race stared at Sikong Jing in horror. Their Spirit Race, one of the Vast Universe's ten strongest clans, had watched Ling Zhe be slain by a mere Three-Tribulation Emperor Venerable before their clan chief and elders.
Boom boom boom boom boom...
The next instant, all the Spirit Race experts erupted in unison, their