Spirit Vessel

The radiant tail feathers cut through the air like seven fiery rivers, capable of refining everything in this world.

“Pluff! Pluff!” Eighth’s limbs and head were dismembered right away. Blood gushed out from the holes.

As for Feiyun, his chest was pierced by Omnipotent. Blood dripped down the blade and fell to the ground.

Both sides wanted to kill the opponent regardless of the price.

A gale rushed over - King Zhuanlun. He landed in front of Feiyun, looking to be in a sorry state with four deep wounds. The crest on his head was cut down so his hair was a mess.

“Master, save me!” Eighth still didn’t die due to the vigorous qilin blood flowing through him. He rolled his head until it was next to the king’s feet then bit the robe.

“Useless.” King Zhuanlun uttered but still picked up the head and wiped away the blood.

Xuanyuan Yiyi landed next to Feiyun, still embracing her old sword. Immortal rays circled around her.

“You are worthy of being the successor of Aquamoon. I have experienced the power of the Heart Meditation Sword Scripture today and accept defeat. I’ll look for you again after my power is back.” King Zhuanlun gathered Eighth’s pieces and put them in a leather bag, looking quite elegant in the process.

“Senior, you have killed too many. I ask that you come with me to the shore pavilion at the Sea of Bitterness and repent for eight hundred years.” She calmly said.

“The Sea of Bitterness has no shore.” He smiled.