If I could obtain the Fire Spirit Body, then a magical artifact like the Dragon-slaying Sword in Huan Shan’s hand, and finally learn the Imprisonment Skill, wouldn’t the Divine Profound Realm be invincible?
As Zhantian Qingxuan daydreamed, little did he know that outside the tornado, Polo was fretful.
Because he heard Jin Bo’s miserable cries.
And sensed the disappearance of a Divine Profound Realm aura.
"The tornado is still there, so definitely not Zhantian Qingxuan who died," Polo murmured, his face full of fear.
An ominous feeling instantly surged within his heart.
Simultaneously, he began to regret helping Qin Chuan.
With Jin Bo dead, how can he intimidate Humans and Aquatic Race in East Lake in the future?
With what will he compare with the kings of other lakes?
The land of East Lake is the recognized Barbaric Land; must the East Lake Aquatic Race be the same?
...
Inside the tornado.
Feeling the pulling sensation growing stronger, Sichuan panicked, glancing at Zhantian Qingxuan during the constant spinning, especially seeing those eyes full of murderous intent, he truly panicked.
He didn’t want to die.
He had only lived half of his lifespan and had the chance to touch the Divine Profound Upper Realm threshold or even half-step into the Mountain Suppression Realm in the future.
If luck favored him, it wouldn’t be impossible to become Mountain Suppression Realm.
"Senior, spare my life!"
"I am willing to serve you as my master in this lifetime, and beyond as your mount."
Recalling how land demons made such choices after being defeated, he promptly followed suit.
The Humans value their reputation, the more powerful the mount they acquire, the happier they are; he had definitely first-class bloodline in the Aquatic Race.
Zhantian Qingxuan snorted coldly upon hearing this, "I already have a mount, what use are you if you can’t fly?"
"I..."
Sichuan was speechless.
Suddenly, the pulling sensation grew even heavier.
The spinning sensation made his body feel extremely unwell, with stronger feelings of wanting to vomit and die.
In a panic, Sichuan hurriedly said, "Then senior...just spare my life...I am willing to do anything!"
This time, Zhantian Qingxuan remained silent.
Just coldly watched Sichuan, allowing him to struggle in vain, and then slowly being torn apart, body separated.
Sichuan, a water demon who had been prominent in East Lake for hundreds of years, died!
"Dying under the Vein Technique of Profound Level Upper Grade, you didn’t die in vain." Zhantian Qingxuan’s cold voice echoed.
Simultaneously, the wind force of the tornado began to diminish.
Because 120 breaths of time were about to be reached.
Feeling this change, Qin Hai and others, as well as Polo, all looked towards Zhantian Qingxuan’s location, waiting for the tornado to completely disappear.
Qin Hai anticipates victory.
Polo also anticipates victory.