A few hundred miles away, a green tunneling light shot toward the horizon.
Tong Xin’s face was twisted with fear, desperately squeezing out the mana within, frantically fleeing further away.
In the midst of desperate escape, he unexpectedly perceived through Divine Thought a shocking scene unfolding behind him.
Tong Xin was so frightened that his soul nearly left his body. With a ruthless decision, his right hand dug out the first demon eye from his brow and crushed it with force.
The next mont, a slightly ethereal, transparent-winged human-faced owl eagle appeared out of nowhere, wrapping Tong Xin up.
The primordial spirit of the human-faced owl eagle abruptly ignited into a blazing light, and with just a flicker, it teleported a thousand miles away.
After flickering twice in succession, Tong Xin had already fled several thousand miles.
On the other side, above the collapsed valley, Zhao Sheng transford into the Giant Spirit Battle Body, his every move containing boundless power.
With just a few punches and kicks, the Primordial Demon Locking God array, set up by the Heavenly Demon Sect for many years, was completely destroyed.
A group of Divinity Transformation True Monarchs barely escaped, each caught in mid-air, landing involuntarily in Zhao Sheng’s hand.
This ti, Zhao Sheng did not brutally kill the seven or eight remaining Divinity Transformation Small Cultivators, but instead looked in the direction where Tong Xin was fleeing.
A re few thousand miles, how could it escape his Divine Thought sensing?
Zhao Sheng didn’t need to pursue; he rely released his Divine Thought and in an instant encompassed a thirty-thousand-mile radius.
With a single thought, Tong Xin, who had fled five thousand miles away, felt an unimaginable, terrifying pressure fall from the sky, trapping him in place.
The next second, the extrely terrified Tong Xin suddenly turned into a stream of light, shooting toward the direction of the valley.
A dozen breaths later, Zhao Sheng, having returned to normal size, hovered indifferently in mid-air, with a row of terrified, desperate white-robed cultivators kneeling amid the rubble below.
At this mont, Tong Xin fell from the sky, landing right in front of the cultivators, with all bones broken and blood flowing all over the ground.
Zhao Sheng glanced at Tong Xin, who was coughing up blood, and said calmly, "Tong Xin, you’ve arranged quite the grand welco for ! I’m truly moved. How about I return the favor by eradicating your entire sect?"
Upon hearing this, Tong Xin was terrified and hurriedly knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing and pleading, "Immortal, spare . Immortal, spare ! It was all arranged by the Sect Leader, I was rely following orders and had no idea of the Sect Leader’s malicious intentions. I’m innocent, Immortal, please see through this and clear my na."
Oh?
Zhao Sheng’s lips curved slightly as he teased, "It seems you’re just a fool who was kept in the dark. Well, who can nd my benevolent heart?"
At that mont, he shifted his gaze to the row of kneeling white-robed cultivators, his voice suddenly turning harsh, "Who here is the Sect Leader? Co forward and accept your fate!"
After his words, the cultivators trembled and lowered their heads in fear, none daring to move.
Two breaths later, soone finally mustered the courage to speak softly, "Sect... Sect Leader... is dead, you just crushed him!"
The mont these words were said, the cultivators felt a glimr of hope as if they had a chance to survive.
Zhao Sheng chuckled and said, "Good death! Only the dead remain silent. However, since the main culprit is dead, I suppose there are accomplices alive. I’d like to know who they are. Is anyone willing to tell ?"
Upon hearing this, the cultivators felt as if they’d been pardoned, imdiately competing to confess in a scramble:
"I’m willing..."
"I know who the accomplices are..."
"Immortal, I know too, let na Feng Lu Guang,..."
"Screw you! Zong Quezi, you’re the accomplice, yet you try to deceive the Immortal. Immortal, I report this man and Golden Nine, they are the accomplices!"
"I willingly beco a servant, just hoping the Immortal spares ."
In a matter of monts, seven or eight Divinity Transformation True Monarchs first turned on each other, then escalated to physical brawling.
Due to the restriction of their mana, the cultivators could only fight with their flesh, quickly battering each other to a bloody ss.
Tong Xin curled up on one side, watching the entire affair unfold in shock.
A short while later, the two weakest individuals were pounded to death first, leaving the remaining ones gravely injured and in dire condition.
In reality, all of this was a performance for Zhao Sheng, hoping to win a smile from the Immortal and preserve their lives.
After all, despite severe flesh wounds, Divinity Transformation True Monarchs wouldn’t die.
Zhao Sheng was well aware of their ridiculous ploys, simply pretending not to notice.
If he intended to kill, he would’ve done so already, not waited until now.
Feeling the ti was nearly right, Zhao Sheng turned to Tong Xin and suddenly asked, "Tong Xin, who among them do you think is the accomplice?"
Tong Xin looked blank, hopelessly laughed bitterly, "Kill if you want, why bother toying with us."
"Tong Xin, how dare you offend the Immortal, you truly deserve death!"
"Immortal, don’t listen to Tong Xin’s nonsense. He and the Sect Leader are the main culprits. He’s the one you ought to kill the most."
Bam!
The person who spoke was instantly crushed into a pulp.
Witnessing this scene, everyone else was petrified into silence, bodies trembling uncontrollably.
At this mont, it was clear to everyone that the Immortal had no intent to kill the culprit Tong Xin, yet had no regard for the lives of others.
Zhao Sheng clapped his hands, then sent Divine Thought ssages to each person, beginning to interrogate them all.
"Where is this place? To which sect do you belong, and where is your mountain gate?"
"Immortal, in this realm, there is the renowned Taiching Spirit Realm..."
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