Almost at the exact moment the first Demon King died.
In another direction, more than eight hundred li away, a Peacock elder at the early Demon King realm suddenly had a hair-thin line of blood appear across his neck without warning.
His eyes flew wide open. He seemed to want to raise a hand to touch it, but his head had already slid smoothly off along the bloodline. The severed surface was as smooth as a mirror. Before his demon blood could spurt out, the residual Bone-Eroding Sword Intent at the wound completely evaporated and annihilated it. The headless corpse and falling head disintegrated inch by inch in midair, turning into flying ash.
A dark sword flash vanished in an instant.
One Peacock Demon King after another was then silently slain by the Heaven-and-Earth Boundless Sword.
This sword ignored spatial distance and surpassed the speed of thought, as though it leaped through the gaps of time and space.
The thought arrived, and the sword killed without fail!
In only a brief moment, thirteen Demon Kings had already been slain by the Heaven-and-Earth Boundless Sword.
The dark sword light returned to its sheath, and the sharp aura lingering between heaven and earth slowly dispersed.
Zhang Shuai stood with his hands behind his back above the Seven-Radiance Spirit Realm. The Divine Plume Palace was now nothing but broken walls and ruins. Its once magnificent palaces had become rubble, while its once vibrant spirit trees and immortal flowers had turned to ash in the thunderfire.
His Divine Sense spread out in every direction like a tide, covering countless mountains and rivers in an instant. However, the last eleven Peacock Demon Kings had already exceeded the limit of his current Divine Sense and vanished into the boundless territory of the Primordial World, leaving no