The Emperor Sword struck down.
"No! Spare me!"
As death loomed, Zhengsi finally realized Song Lin was serious, and he hurriedly begged for mercy.
But alas, it was too late.
The Sword Qi severed his head, flowed through his limbs and bones, shredding both his body and Divine Soul.
Only a lifeless head remained, its eyes gazing emptily at the heavens.
Even until his final breath, Zhengsi couldn't believe Song Lin dared to act against him.
From beginning to end, Zhengsi believed the Taoist School was nothing but his family's private property.
Song Lin, or anyone for that matter, was simply a good servant or a bad servant at best.
Who could have imagined this servant would dare rebel against him?
"Audacious!"
Yunhai's eyes burned with rage, and the crimson glow from his third eye at his brow emitted a terrifying red light.
The crimson light surged forward, ready to shoot toward Song Lin.
"Who's audacious?"
At that moment, a cold voice from Yinqing reached Yunhai's ears.
