"Just a spirit body. Why all this drivel?" He Xian looked displeased. To speak of glory and achievements before him was courting death!
His great hand clenched, terrifying power flowing through it. He even compressed a Great Dao True Form into the center of his palm, unleashing boundless might. Blood blossomed, and everything was shattered into nothingness.
"Just wait! When my true body emerges, I, Ning Chuan, will kill you!" Unable to resist, Ning Chuan's spirit body was crushed into bloody pulp and dissipated between heaven and earth.
For a long time, silence reigned. Everyone was cowed by that might, their shock inexplicably mingled with a sense that this was only right.
He Xian's aura was simply too overbearing, too majestic. He resembled a supreme emperor, his opponents as docile as kittens before him.
"Your true body will kill me when it emerges? Hmph!" He Xian snorted coldly. It had been a long time since anyone dared say such words to him. Although this was not the Foreign Realm and the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths knew nothing of his deeds, it still displeased him greatly.
His majesty could not be challenged.
His great hand withdrew, overturning heaven and earth. The body of the Six-Crown King, Ning Chuan, scattered on the wind, leaving only a fist-sized mass of blood. Gathered together, it was vivid red and translucent, so crystalline it seemed ready to drip.
This was the foundation of his spirit body, containing a strange power.
"A pity he died just like that. We never saw his dazzling strike, or even the Heavenly Map on his back." Shi Hao sighed regretfully. He had long since realized that this Ning Chuan was a spirit body.
He had wanted to see more of his techniques.
"It was only the demise of a