"...Alright. Playtime's over."
Ling Changqing shook his head and said with a hint of regret.
He had intentionally delayed for a moment, hoping to draw out all the attackers' accomplices and capture them in one fell swoop. However, it now seemed there were only the three Nascent Soul True Monarchs and no one else.
A fierce sword light erupted, instantly flooding the entire hall. A terrifying, suffocating pressure descended, silencing all the Cultivators present.
Several shrill screams echoed faintly before the hall fell silent once more.
When Cen Wen Zhong's vision cleared, he saw three heads lying at Ling Changqing's feet. Their headless bodies were already mangled beyond recognition.
Three Nascent Soul True Monarchs, each powerful enough to found their own Sect and be hailed as a regional ancestor, had just been beheaded by Ling Changqing. It was a gruesome, horrifying death.
"The results of the Soul Search are in,"
Ling Changqing looked at Cen Deyang, his tone calm.
