Peerless Divine Emperor

Under Jing Yunxiao's continuous and overbearing attacks, Jing Daomo could not help but curse, but at the moment, he could not resist, and could only passively defend.    

As a result, when facing Jing Yunxiao's sword finger, he had to use every means at his disposal to block it.    

However, he managed to block one strike.    

After that, there were countless more moves.    

One move after another, giving Jing Daomo no chance to breathe.    

This time, Jing Yunxiao was also aware of Jing Daomo's disadvantage in close combat. He had always been pinching at the other party's disadvantage, always suppressing it, always being overbearing.    

Just like that, more than ten moves passed. Jing Daomo was drenched in sweat, and his momentum was not as strong as before.    

"Awoo, awoo."    

Seeing that Jing Daomo was starting to show signs that his strength was insufficient, Jing Yunxiao found the chance to use the dragon's roar. A dragon's roar, like thunder from the heavens, exploded next to Jing Daomo's ears.    

In that moment, Jing Daomo felt as if the world had shattered, and that his soul had suffered ten thousand points of damage.    

Wave after wave of pain began to emanate from his brain.    

"Spirit Ruins Finger."    

While you're sick, I'll take your life.    

Jing Yunxiao pulled apart the distance between them and revealed the fourth finger of the Spirit Ruins Finger.    

This finger strike was incomparably powerful and possessed boundless power.    

Because of the dragon's roar, Jing Daomo's soul force could not be concentrated at all, and adding that he had been forced to use up all of his energy, it was impossible for him to react to Jing Yunxiao's powerful technique.    

Boom! Boom!    

A huge muffled sound was heard, and Jing Daomo's chest was hit by a huge finger. The huge finger exploded, releasing an endless amount of power, and under this power, Jing Daomo's body was flung out like a sandbag, smashing heavily onto the ground tens of metres away.    

This time, after Jing Daomo fell, he did not stand up again.    

Seeing that, Jing Yunxiao laughed indifferently, clapped his hands, and then leaped up, turning into a blur, instantly arriving in front of Jing Daomo. Looking at the extremely haggard Jing Daomo who was covered in blood, Jing Yunxiao's eyes revealed killing intent.    

"The position of Dark Feather Palace's Palace Master is not that easy. From today onwards, Dark Feather Palace will no longer exist, so you should also go to hell to continue being the hall master of your Dark Feather Palace. "    

Jing Yunxiao's eyes flashed with coldness, in the next moment he released an iron fist, directly smashing Jing Daomo's head.    

The battle between Jing Yunxiao and the others naturally attracted the attention of the majority of the disciples from the Dark Feather Palace.    

When these disciples saw that their Palace Master had died, all of them revealed expressions of fear.    

Jing Yunxiao kept Jing Daomo's spatial bag, looked at everyone, and shouted loudly like a god of death: "What are you all standing around for? Do you want to stay and wait for death? Dark Feather Palace will no longer exist today, and if you wish to stay, you will disappear from this world along with Dark Feather Palace. "    

When those words were spoken, everyone was thrown into a frenzy.    

No one was unafraid of death. No one wished to die just like that.    

Moreover, the Dark Feather Palace's Palace Masters were all killed.    

"I will withdraw from Dark Feather Palace."    

Someone said.    

However, after a while, almost all the disciples had scattered, and before they left, many people began to snatch the good stuff from the Dark Feather Palace, and the matter of fighting and snatching would frequently arise, and in an instant, the entire Dark Feather Palace became a chaotic battlefield, with many people constantly falling down, constantly fighting, and people leaving.    

Dark Feather Palace was satisfied as he collapsed.    

He walked to the hall master's hall. Currently, Jing Lang was still unconscious on the sandalwood bed inside the hall. Beside him were a few elite warriors from the Palace of Wargod.    

Without even thinking, Jing Yunxiao knew, the rest of the elite warriors would probably head back to the Palace of Wargod to inform the others after leaving the old tomb.    

Right now, the remaining five elite warriors were all holding swords, protecting Jing Lang.    

"If you know what's good for you, then scram."    

Jing Yunxiao's target was only Jing Lang, so he did not put these elite warriors in his eyes.    

However, those elite warriors did not seem to give way at all. One of them said aggressively: "Jing Yunxiao, as a member of the Palace of Wargod, you actually want to kill your compatriot from the Palace of Wargod. You are committing such a heinous crime and deserve to die a thousand times."    

"Should I die a thousand times? Then what about Jing Lang? " Jing Yunxiao was so angry that he started laughing instead. Previously, he was so aggressive towards me, he wanted to kill me more than once. Is this not what you call fratricide? Shouldn't you have committed a crime worthy of ten thousand deaths? "    

"Since you don't say that he deserves to die a thousand times over, then what qualifications do you have to criticize me?"    

His words left the four elite warriors speechless.    

There was only one, but he still scolded angrily: "Is it because you killed Jing Yue, and also killed Jing Zhuo? Young Master Jing Lang is only seeking justice for those who have died. "    

"What a great 'justice'." Jing Yunxiao glared at him and rebuked. As your trusted aides and confidants by Jing Lang's side, it is impossible for you to not know who killed Jing Yue. As for Jing Zhuo, he also killed me first. Could it be that I can only stand and let him kill me?    

"With your kind of logic, there is no longer any need for you to live on this earth."    

Jing Yunxiao did not want to kill them initially, but these people deserved to die.    

Since he deserved to die, he had to die.    

With his killing intent, Jing Yunxiao did not waste any time.    

Soon after, powerful attacks came one after another.    

Although these elite warriors were not weak, they were still nothing in front of Jing Yunxiao. After Jing Yunxiao made his move, he revealed an overwhelming strength, and then, without wasting too much time, the five elite warriors all fell to the ground.    

Jing Lang could get rid of all the obstructions easily.    

Jing Yunxiao walked in front of the bed, and instantly, a light fragrance entered his nose, making his soul feel at ease.    

"Life Continuing Soul Incense."    

Jing Yunxiao looked carefully and his face lit up.    

It could even be said that it was something that they might not even be able to buy on the market. It was a type of incense that nourished the soul, and was presumably something Jing Daomo had used to prolong Jing Lang's life, so he could bear with the pain.    

It was also no wonder that even though Jing Lang was still unconscious, his complexion wasn't bad under the nourishment of this kind of Soul Nourishing Fragrance. If it were to continue growing stronger, perhaps there would really be some miracle that occurred.    

"Tsk tsk, such a good thing cannot be wasted by this kind of trash."    

Jing Yunxiao smacked his lips. Naturally, he would not waste the good stuff so recklessly, he took the incense in his hands, smelled it, and felt refreshed. He then prepared to extinguish it, planning to keep it until he had the chance in the future to use it.    

But just as he was about to extinguish them, the many still swords of Bing Ling finally began to move.    

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