Beast God of War

As soon as he finished speaking, with a whoosh...

Countless battle formations emerged from beneath Sikong Jing's feet, instantly connecting everyone in Lingmeng City.

Anyone below the rank of Emperor was implicated by him.

Then, another massive sword stream carrying the Sword Clan's Burial Emperor Sword shot out and slammed into the Spirit Path.

"Wow……"

Ling Dao let out a strange cry and was blasted away. Before he could figure out why he, a dignified Eight Tribulation Emperor, would be blasted away, another sword beam from Sikong Jing had already pierced into Ling Zhe's brow.

The latter's eyes froze, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Impossible, you're just a Third Tribulation Emperor."

On his deathbed, he saw clearly Sikong Jing's realm and found it unbelievable.

After saying that, his mind went astray, and a wisp of a spirit flew out, only to be torn to pieces by Sikong Jing's remaining sword energy.

Just then, Sikong Jing suddenly slapped his forehead again...

"I almost forgot, you're a dual-spirit shadow, there's still one spirit shadow you need to deal with."

"Only in this way can you be truly destroyed."

With a whoosh, another sword aura shot out from Sikong Jing's hand and flew straight into the Divine Spirit Main Island.

"what……"

A deafening scream echoed from the palace belonging to Lingzhe on the main island of the gods.

Thus, Lingzhe was completely destroyed.

The whole world fell silent. Everyone in the Spirit Clan stared in horror at Sikong Jing. Their Spirit Clan, one of the ten strongest clans in the vast universe, had been killed by a Tribulation Emperor in front of their clan leaders and elders.

Boom boom boom boom…

In the next instant, all the powerful members of the Spirit Race unleashed their power simultaneously, their raging Emperor-level true energy seemingly capable of tearing the sky apart.

Lingdao had transformed into a giant at some point.

He screamed like a madman: "Sikong, you little beast!"

With a casual glance upwards, Sikong Jing remained unmoved by the situation and replied, "Ling Dao, as the patriarch of the Ling Clan, shouldn't you immediately take back the Ling Clan's troops after I forcibly seized them?"

Lingdao was still reeling from Sikong Jing's sudden appearance when Lingzhe was killed.

He tried to stop it, but Sikong Jing blasted him away.

Now, blinded by rage, he was suddenly brought to his senses by Sikong Jing's reminder, realizing why he had been blasted away: it was because Sikong Jing had forcibly used his Spirit Clan members as soldiers to create a killing formation.

Thinking of this, Lingdao, of course, didn't hesitate at all... *buzzing sounds*

Countless battle formations scattered beneath Lingdao's feet throughout Lingmeng City, a testament to his determination to reclaim his Ling Clan troops.

at the same time……

An elder of the Spirit Clan shouted, "Sikong, you little beast, is it really you? How dare you cause trouble in my Spirit Clan?"

At this moment, most of the Spirit Race were still in a daze. They had thought that the Anti-Sealing Faction might come to rescue Zheying, but they never expected that Sikong Jing would actually appear, let alone that he had already reached the Three Tribulations Emperor level.

It's only been a few years, less than twenty.

What was even more unexpected was that Sikong Jing was able to kill Ling Zhe with a single sword strike.

"It's very simple. It's because your clan leader is unable to wrest the Spirit Clan's troops back from me," Sikong Jing said with a smile.

Suddenly, the elder of the Spirit Clan who had asked the question looked sharply at Ling Dao.

The others also looked over.

Then, to everyone's horror, they discovered that the clan leader's killing formation patterns had completely vanished when they entered the bodies of the Spirit Clan members.

No… it should be said that the clan leader’s battle formation pattern began to dissipate the moment it came into contact with Sikong Jing’s formation pattern.

This is simply impossible. The clan leader is already an Eighth Tribulation Emperor, a difference of five tribulations.

more importantly……

How can a clan leader be unable to control his own people, and instead be controlled by outsiders of a lower level than him?
"Impossible, impossible..."

Ling Dao also realized the seriousness of the problem; he felt that Sikong Jing's weapon array patterns were like a giant mountain...

It made him insurmountable.

On a certain divine shuttle, Ling Ou trembled violently as she thought, "It's that pure Spirit Clan technique, the inheritance that Sikong Jing gave me. It's stronger than any other Spirit Clan technique, so it easily suppressed the clan leader and forcibly controlled the Spirit Clan's troops."

Looking at the crazed Lingdao, Sikong Jing smiled...

"Lingdao, is it really a good idea to be a servant of the Ten Absolutes?"

"Even I, who have almost no bloodline of the Spirit Clan, couldn't compete with them. Now you know how tragic it is that the Spirit Clan's bloodline was castrated by the Ten Absolutes, right?"

As soon as the words fell, Ling'ou trembled all over again, finally understanding what Sikong Jing meant earlier.

But he was also filled with doubt: had the bloodline of the Spirit Clan been castrated by the Ten Absolutes?
Ling Dao suddenly looked up and continued to shout, "Sikong Jing, what nonsense are you spouting now?"

Even Ling Dao didn't know that their Ling Clan was once the strongest clan in the Vast Universe. He always thought that the Ling Clan was forcibly elevated to the position of the strongest clan by the Ten Absolutes.

Therefore, they have always been loyal to the Ten Absolutes, believing that without the Ten Absolutes, there would be no Spirit Clan as we know it today.

Sikong Jing stood atop one of the pillars, looking at Ling Dao and replied, "Let me put it this way: I obtained your Ling Clan's ancient cultivation techniques. With just these techniques, I can prevent you from taking the weapon from me..."

Upon hearing this, even the bound Zheying was stunned.

The meaning is very clear...

Sikong Jing cultivated the ancient techniques of their Spirit Clan, so anyone with Spirit Clan blood could be easily controlled by him, and even the strongest clan leader could not be taken back.

So what kind of terrifying ancient cultivation technique does Sikong Jing practice?
Are the ancient cultivation techniques of the Spirit Clan really that powerful?
Ignoring the questioning looks from those around him, Sikong Jing smiled and continued...

"Your Spirit Race was once the strongest race in the Vast Universe, you didn't need the Ten Absolutes to elevate you..."

"You've all been fooled."

"They were castrated by the Ten Absolutes, yet they are still grateful to them."

Following Sikong Jing's words, the surrounding Spirit Clan experts, though their eyes showed doubt, did not lose their momentum.

It's impossible to believe just because of a few words from Sikong Jing.

Lingdao didn't know why, but his heart was pounding.

But he immediately roared, "Nonsense! Nonsense! All the Emperors, join me and kill him!"

Unable to reclaim the Spirit Clan's troops and ordinary people, the Spirit Dao had no choice but to order the Emperors to join forces across the board...

One by one, they're all getting ready to launch.

But... *hum*

Suddenly, an incredibly strong life force appeared. Sikong Jing suddenly took out the Willow Leaf Sacred Wall from the New Purple Night Jade. Rolling spiritual willow life force spread out in all directions from Sikong Jing as the center.

In an instant, all the Spirit Race Emperors who were preparing to attack stopped.

Everyone, including Ling Dao, stared at the massive willow-leaf sacred wall behind Sikong Jing. They felt their blood throbbing, as if they had rediscovered something they had lost for a very long time...

Not only the elders of the Emperor Clan, but even ordinary members of the Spirit Clan had this feeling.

It was as if ancient memories of bloodlines were boiling within them. (End of Chapter)