Di Que's body suddenly stiffened.
He lowered his head and looked at the bronze war spear in his hand, where a faint crack had appeared.
Then he raised his head and looked at Tan Lin, who stood ahead with his fist withdrawn. A trace of disbelief flashed through his eyes, followed by relief. In the end, every emotion faded into calm.
"Fine sword... fine fist... fine Dao technique...
"So you... had always been standing within the Divine Forbidden. Or rather, any casual strike of yours had already triggered the Divine Forbidden. I... did not lose unjustly... Who exactly are you?!"
As his words fell,
a spot of crimson quietly appeared between his brows and at several other points across his body, then rapidly spread.
Crack... crack...
The next moment,
Di Que's body, along with the bronze war spear in his hand, turned into a rain of light that slowly scattered between heaven and earth.
Only a wisp of pure origin essence carrying unyielding battle intent, along with a thread of ethereal soul aura, was swept into Tan Lin's sleeve as he activated the Soul Pearl's wondrous power.
At the scene,
only Kun Zhou, the Great Saint, remained in the deep pit, his face ashen and utterly despairing.
At that moment, Tan Lin's deep gaze swept indifferently over Kun Zhou. He wasted no words on him, merely extending a hand and pointing through the air in his direction.
Whoosh!
A powerful finger force burst forth.
Pfft...
Already gravely wounded and on the verge of death, Kun Zhou did not even have time to scream before his body exploded, his body and soul utterly destroyed.
Thus, the uncle and nephew who had arranged this ambush to kill the Female Emperor were both executed.
At that moment, heaven and earth fell deathly silent.