Sweeping the Whole Arena. Returning the other's way upon the other's body? Only cultivators of the lower realm would take such a performance seriously.
At their level, even if their divine senses were completely lost, they could still lock onto their enemy through the vague sixth sense. There was absolutely no chance of accidental injury.
Had the red-clad Artifact Spirit not also widened her beautiful eyes in utter disbelief, everyone would have almost assumed she had secretly defected long ago. Otherwise, how could such an absurd turn of events have occurred?
Yet reality gave her no time to think further.
Blades filled the sky like a bursting galactic river, tearing through the void as they slashed straight toward Ling Jiuxiao's future self.
"Stop!"
The red-clad Artifact Spirit tried desperately to save him, but a mighty force of fate suppressed her so completely that she could only watch helplessly as the blades fell!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Countless sprays of blood burst forth. That future self was instantly stabbed full of holes, his whole body riddled with horrifying bloody wounds as he collapsed weakly to the ground.
"Puh—!"
In reality, Ling Jiuxiao seemed to have suffered divine punishment. His Spiritual Platform shattered, his flesh crumbled inch by inch, and his Remnant Soul let out miserable wails from within a pool of blood.
"Impossible! Where did you steal this art of fate from?!"
The red-clad Artifact Spirit trembled in body and soul. No longer caring about any alliance, she immediately demanded in a shrill voice.
Her breathtakingly beautiful face had become somewhat twisted from overwhelming shock.
With her acute perception, she had already seen through it the instant Shen Yun made his move—this man had been concealing his true strength from beginning to end!
What Divine Guidance Chapter? That was clearly a law