Beast God of War

The vast world of Hanyu remains largely unchanged. Ordinary people belonging to the Ten Absolutes still do not believe that the Ten Absolutes are an external enemy, and they all firmly believe it...

The seal in the Spirit Seal Realm is essential.

Otherwise, the Tomb of the Burial Emperor would drag the entire Vast Universe into the abyss.

At least ordinary people, and even ordinary experts, think this way. Those who don't think so have already joined the anti-seal faction.

"Ha, hahahaha..."

Zhe Ying suddenly burst into wild laughter: "Who is deceiving the world? When I stood against the seal in the Unparalleled Pill Pavilion, it wasn't to help Sikong Jing, but simply to prevent the Spirit Clan from becoming slaves of the Ten Ancient Masters."

"Now, nearly twenty years later, I have a more detailed understanding of the whole truth..."

He didn't finish speaking this time... *slap!*

Another slap landed heavily on Zhe Ying's face, silencing him completely. This time, it was Ling Dao who struck.

His aged voice boomed: "You stubborn, unyielding bastard, not only do you fabricate lies to deceive the world, but you even claim that we, the noble Spirit Clan, are nothing but slaves. You are insulting our entire race..."

same……

Apart from the high-level core members, ordinary Spirit Clan experts were unaware that they were Ten Absolute Servants.

If they knew, there would be chaos.

As one of the most powerful races in the vast universe, every member of the Spirit Race is extremely proud and cannot bear the word "servant".

"Zheying, I was going to give you a chance to explain, but it seems there's no need now."

"I now announce that the traitor Zhe Ying will be executed by slow slicing, and his spirit will pry open the silken threads, leaving him with no place to be buried."

"This is the consequence of betraying the Spirit Race..."

When Lingdao's announcement ended, the entire Lingmeng City fell silent for a fleeting moment...

Then came the words: "Kill him, kill him..."

Countless spirits were in an uproar, all eager to witness Zhe Ying being slowly sliced ​​to death. Traitors are the most hated, and the ordinary spirits had no idea that they themselves were the real traitors.

They betrayed the whole world.

"Begin the execution!"

“Lingzhe, he is a disciple of your lineage, so you shall take charge.”

Lingdao looked at Lingzhe, who stepped through the air and appeared in front of Zheying without hesitation, a small knife already materializing in his hand. Lingdao then coldly said, "Don't let him die within an hour..."

With a resounding "yes," Ling Zhe slowly extended the small dagger of true energy from her hand.

Zheying didn't react much; he simply closed his eyes slowly.

When he was captured, Zhe Ying knew that he had no way out and that the Anti-Sealing Faction would not come to his rescue, because he had never joined the Anti-Sealing Faction.

For nearly twenty years, he has been acting alone.

Just like back then, after Sikong Jing granted him his freedom...

He transformed himself into a wandering martial artist, spreading the word that the Ten Greats were foreign enemies. Zhe Ying was always very careful, and no one even knew that he was once the strongest genius of the Spirit Clan.

Until recently, he was exposed because of something.

"Hey Zheying, where did you go after I gave you your freedom?"

"He didn't join the anti-sealing faction? How did he get taken down?"

Just as Zhe Ying closed his eyes and awaited death, and as he firmly resolved not to utter a single scream, a familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears—the voice that had brought him countless nightmares.

Zhe Ying couldn't believe it. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the source of the sound.

His eyes, which had been drooping, suddenly widened, and he instinctively called out, "Si, Sikong Jing."

At the same time, Ling Zhe, who was about to make a move, was shocked and looked towards the source of the sound. Of course, Ling Dao and countless other spirits also looked over.

Then, the entire Lingmeng City and its surroundings were stunned. No, the entire Spirit Race was stunned.

Because countless people are watching Zheying's execution through the illusion created by the powerful members of the Spirit Clan.

At the same time, Ling'ou trembled all over.

She looked around, but Sikong Jing was nowhere to be seen. Then she looked sharply at the six giant pillars where Zheying was, and saw a person sitting on one of the pillars.

Who else could it be but Sikong Jing?

All the Spirit Race members saw a young man dressed in black sitting comfortably on one of the pillars.

He was still holding a jar of wine in his hand, drinking it as if ignoring everyone else.

"Si, Sikong Jing..."

The next moment, Lingdao, Lingzhe, and the others all screamed, but then rubbed their eyes. They all felt that they must be hallucinating. How could Sikong Jing be here?
How could he dare to swagger onto the territory of the Spirit Clan?

He should still be inside the Dark Demon Small World, and the usable area of ​​the Dark Demon Realm Ring is completely covered by the Ten Absolutes' inescapable net.

Ignoring the astonished onlookers, Sikong Jing continued to stare at Zhe Ying…

"Tell me, should I offer this wine as a farewell gift to you, or should we drink together after I rescue you?"

Zheying, his hair disheveled, stared blankly with his mouth agape, feeling as if it were all a dream.

Suddenly, Lingzhe was the first to react...

He roared, "You little beast Sikong, I'll tear you to pieces! Die!"

Among the Spirit Clan, the one who hates Sikong Jing the most is Ling Zhe.

It was he who brought Yu Xianpo, shattering his own body; it was he who led the entire Feather Alliance to betray the Spirit Clan; and it was he who colluded with the Shadow Moon Demon Rat, turning the Dark Demon Trial into a colossal joke.

Regardless of whether the Sikong Jing in front of us is real or fake, even if he is fake, we will blast him into dust.

Before the words were even finished, Lingzhe had already unleashed a devastating attack...

He was at the peak of the Fifth Tribulation Emperor, an elder among the Spirit Clan. But if his body hadn't been shattered, he would now be at least a Sixth Tribulation or even a Seventh Tribulation cultivator.

Because of the rise of the anti-sealing faction, many powerful members of the Spirit Clan have received guidance from the Ten Absolutes.

He channeled all his hatred into a giant hand and slammed it down on Sikong Jing.

"Be careful……"

Zhe Ying instinctively cried out.

However, Sikong Jing didn't even glance at Ling Zhe, and simply waved his hand... *buzzing*.

Streaks of sword energy condensed in his hand, and he casually slapped Lingzhe's giant palm, instantly piercing the giant palm into dust.

The entire room fell silent again, and Sikong Jing finally stood up and smiled...

"Lingzhe, it's been a long time. You're still alive?"

"When I came up from the Spirit Seal Realm, it was you who presided over it, and it was you who gave us all three years."

"I should thank you, but what can I do when we have such a deep-seated hatred?"

"Now, let's send you to your death."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sword beam materialized in front of Sikong Jing and pierced towards Ling Zhe without any hesitation. The latter's hateful eyes froze instantly, turning into boundless fear in the blink of an eye.

Because he felt completely immobilized, as if he had been locked in place by Sikong Jing's sword intent.

"stop……"

Ling Dao finally reacted. He roared and slammed down on the sword light that Sikong Jing was thrusting at Ling Zhe.

However, Sikong Jing slightly raised his eyes: "Forcefully control the troops, Bury the Emperor Sword!" (End of this chapter)