Meanwhile.
Under the Heavenly Dome, on the other side.
The still alive Virtuous King, accompanied by two ethereal soul shadows, looked from afar at the sudden azure and crimson Sword Light on top of Shenjing. He paused for a moment and sighed deeply: [Enough, enough, I thought too little, much too little. To erupt into such a Lingxiao battle, giving An Jing even ten seconds to choose to leave was already the utmost mercy, the utmost grace.]
[But even so...I still don't quite understand.]
He harbored confusion, turned back, and looked at the three ethereal spirits behind him: [Isn't An Jing's Seven Fiend Tribulation too fierce? Why doesn't he hold back, even killing you?]
The three spirits behind the Virtuous King were none other than Cang Linzu, Gu Yunzhi, and Hang Mofeng.
