"Or perhaps other Spirit Severing families who have a vendetta against me are the same..." He curved his lips into a cruel smile, "In any case, it’s all sect grudges, completely in line with the rules of the Cultivation Alliance."

As he spoke, he suddenly showed a bizarre smile: "Speaking of which... I really have to thank that brat Nangong Xiong, although I can’t even remember what he looks like..."

"But he gave me a chance to be reborn, this is truly the coexistence of fortune and misfortune!"

Zhou Qing’s eyes were cold as frost, and the temperature around him seemed to drop accordingly.

Nangong Xiongba sighed, a hint of self-mockery appearing on his face: "Enough, I’ve said enough. Old people sure love to talk a lot, always unable to control this mouth."

He gave Zhou Qing a sinister glance: "Back then in front of the Taiqing Sect’s mountain gate, I also spoke too much about your matters in the Imperial City. What seemed like a sure thing ended up with me utterly embarrassed."

"But now..." He squinted his eyes, sizing up Zhou Qing, "Judging by your Spiritual Power fluctuations, you’ve almost recovered, haven’t you? Are you ready?"

Before the voice fell, Zhou Qing suddenly erupted, his right hand abruptly flinging away the Spirit Stone he was still absorbing, and Tetanus instantly appeared.

The rusty sword edge, wrapped in a strand of dark light, pierced straight at Nangong Xiongba’s throat!

"Ding!"

Nangong Xiongba seemed to have been prepared long ago; he merely flicked his fingers lightly, accurately striking the sword blade with his fingertips.

What appeared to be a casual strike contained the terrifying Spiritual Power of a Spirit Severing Realm cultivator.

Tetanus violently trembled, emitting a piercing buzzing sound, then flew out of Zhou Qing’s grasp, slicing through the air in an arc before embedding deeply into the rock wall ten zhang away with a "clang."

Zhou Qing took advantage of the momentum to retreat fiercely, but suddenly, an invisible oppressive force descended like a colossal mountain, pinning him in place.

His whole body bones emitted an unbearable "kaka" sound, and a trace of fresh blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Trying to escape?" Nangong Xiongba’s cold voice rang in his ear, "With your speed before the Spirit Severing Realm..."

He slowly raised his hand, five fingers forming a virtual grip, "You’re not even worth an ant!"

Zhou Qing clenched his teeth, his remaining Spiritual Power inside him frantically circulating in an attempt to break free, but he found he couldn’t move even a finger.

Nangong Xiongba then sat cross-legged opposite Zhou Qing, the Seven-Colored Primordial Spirit slowly departing his body: "I’ll give you a final chance, any last words?"

Zhou Qing trembled violently, veins bulging on his forehead, and squeezed out word by word from between his teeth: "I, fuck, your, grandma!"

"Hahaha!" Nangong Xiongba’s Primordial Spirit let out a thunderous laugh, full of mockery.

"What a pity, what a pity..." He pretended to be regretful, shaking his head, "I’ve never seen what my grandma looks like either, otherwise I would definitely bring her here for you to vent your anger."

The Seven-Colored Primordial Spirit suddenly shone brightly, slowly drifting towards Zhou Qing: "Say goodbye to this world..."

His voice suddenly became gentle, yet carried a chilling coldness, "The rest of the world, I will watch on your behalf... I will definitely live... ten thousand times more splendidly than you..."

Before the last words were finished, as the Seven-Colored Primordial Spirit was about to enter Zhou Qing’s sea of consciousness, it abruptly halted.

He suddenly turned to the side, his eyes shooting out terrifying cold light.

"Hmm?" His voice suddenly turned cold, "Why are there four more ants? Aren’t they supposed to be guarding ten thousand miles away?"

"What an utter disappointment!"

The Seven-Colored Primordial Spirit instantly returned to his flesh.

Nangong Xiongba slowly lifted his right hand, palm facing downwards, the motion seemed gentle yet carried world-destroying force.

"Since you’re eager to die..." His palm suddenly pressed downwards, as if the entire world sank with it, "Then let’s all go together!"

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