Zeng Shoujing felt a slight sense of regret as he thought about this.
He didn’t continue waiting for the people to approach. The blood of Du Hongyue and Xue Jingshan was reminding him of how terrifying the newcors’ strength was and how cold their hearts were.
So, he spoke.
"By the order of the Young Sect Leader, I invite King Xiang to enter the Trapped Dragon Abyss for a duel..."
Buzz!
As soon as he spoke, the weather changed above the Nine Heavens; a fierce wind swept across the land, and the chilling breath seed to instantly turn this hot sumr into a cold winter.
Rumble!
Though the sky was clear, a muffled thunder suddenly roared, and thick clouds gathered, transforming in an instant into a sky full of dark clouds, shrouding the entire mountain gate and even blocking out the sunlight, as if plunging into eternal night.
Buzz!
Brilliant golden light burst forth, like flas exploding or the Great Sun rising.
Zeng Shoujing’s "Great Sun Gold Seal" appeared before the world for the first ti.
He intended to make a stunning impact, hoping that once his Divine Skill was unleashed, it would be as vast and grand as the Great Sun, illuminating the world and shaking the four corners.
Clang!
A crisp sound of tal striking tal resounded, and his Taihao Sword, into which he had poured his ambitions and aspirations, broke.
Only when he realized his sword had broken did he suddenly rember that before the sword broke, his head had already been severed.
Thud!
His head hit the ground, and blood spread.
Zeng Shoujing’s eyes were wide open, as if trying to see sothing clearly.
"That was... a blade..."
This was the last thought that flashed through his mind before he fell into eternal darkness.
However, it didn’t end there.
"If King Xiang wins..."
Xiao Shengyun, the Hall Master of the Law Enforcent Hall, spoke, and then he died, just like that, kneeling, with his head rolling to the ground.
"The entirety of Yun Cang..."
Chi Luoyang, the Hall Master of the Transmission Hall, followed right after, so he also died.
"Will surrender."
This was the voice of Mu Yunting, the Hall Master of the Ministry of Affairs. He was usually very crafty and sly, often called a smiling tiger by many, and many disciples privately speculated that if the Lord of Youdu ca, he would be the first to surrender.
He was obviously pot-bellied, yet had such an elegant na, which made many people find it amusing.
However, he also died, with the sa smile on his face as always, as if nothing had changed.
"If King Xiang..."
Boom!
Xie Guisheng, the Hall Master of the Zhili Hall, exploded, his organs, muscles, bones, and skin all turned to mush.
He was about to say the word ’lose’, but King Xiang gave him no chance, the violent explosion and scattered flesh seed to proclaim the king’s wrath and dominance.
No one could utter that word in his presence.
No one!
Mu Xigu, the Hall Master of the Celestial Treasure Hall, and Li Bafang, the Hall Master of the Celestial Craft Hall, were soaked in cold sweat, trembling and kneeling, not daring to look up.
Not until they caught sight of the Vajra Slave’s footsteps receding in the corner of their eyes did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"No matter what, at least we survived," Mu Xigu’s face was covered in tears, his head pressed against the ground, his body trembling.
"I’m really afraid to die!"
Thinking this, he also felt a bit relieved.
He dared not lift his head, only listened quietly as the sound of hooves moved away.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Thud! Thud!
Suddenly, there were two more sharp sounds of blades slicing through flesh.
Mu Xigu’s gaze caught sight of Li Bafang’s head, the other’s eyes still seed to hold the fear and joy of having survived a catastrophe, seemingly unaware of the approaching death.
"Two sounds, who was the other person that died?"
This thought flashed through his mind as he succumbed to darkness.
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