Luckily, the instant Xue Yinsha turned around, she let out a long breath.
Hai Yuan had not been blown apart by Sikong Jing's thrust.
What she saw was merely a snow-white sword lodged in Hai Yuan's shoulder. It had not even pierced his heart or his Spirit Platform consciousness sea—it was only stuck there.
At that, Xue Yinsha finally relaxed completely and turned back around.
By then, she had already faced off against Sikong Jing. In a sinister voice, she said, "Fortunately, this clan leader blocked it once, draining your strength and knocking your sword off course..."
"Sikong Jing, you little beast, I will never let you stop Absolute Hatred Emperor's revival."
As soon as she finished speaking, the energy controlled by Xue Yinsha from the Blood Grudge Grand Formation completely engulfed Hai Yuan...
Yet Sikong Jing merely curled his lips and calmly asked, "Is that so? Are you sure?"
Xue Yinsha froze. Could Sikong Jing's off-course sword have been deliberate?
"No matter what, I'll kill you first."
As she spoke, Xue Yinsha immediately split off a Spirit Shadow clone. It was not the sort of thought-based Spirit Shadow that would not harm the body even if shattered, but a genuine Spirit Shadow clone with combat power.
Just like that, Xue Yinsha's Spirit Shadow clone lunged at Sikong Jing...
The latter met her head-on!
Sikong Jing, a Four-Tribulation Emperor Venerable, clashed with a Spirit Shadow clone of a Nine-Tribulation Emperor Venerable.
At the same time, Absolute Hatred Emperor had entered Hai Yuan's Spirit Platform consciousness sea.
His hatred surged like towering waves...
"Little Hai Yuan of the Sea Clan, if you want someone to blame, blame Sikong Jing, that little beast. If he had obediently let me possess him, you would not have died."
As he spoke, countless blood-red threads