"Die!" Up in the sky, Desolate Ghost Boundless said coldly. His deep voice was like a death knell, resounding in Sha Jiuming's ears.
He did not want to kill, but the humiliation the Rakshasa Tribe had suffered over the years made him unable to control his anger.
He would definitely kill Sha Jiuming with this spear strike.
This spear strike was not for himself, but for the Rakshasa Tribe!
He wanted to tell everyone that from today onward, the Rakshasa Tribe would no longer be slaves!
Boom! In the next instant, the spear strike landed, causing the void to tremble. Sha Jiuming's figure was immediately engulfed, leaving nothing behind.
The violent scene made everyone's eyes tremble. They were so shocked that they couldn't react for a long time.
Who would have thought that the Rakshasa cultivators in their eyes would be able to erupt with such terrifying power?
What shocked them even more was Boundless Ghost's terrifying talent.
One had to know that Boundless Ghost was a realm cultivator, yet he could instantly kill cultivators of the same cultivation level. It was truly terrifying.
If he had grown up in the Sacred World, it was unimaginable how terrifying he would be.
"Hiss!" After a long time, the crowd finally reacted, and the sound of people gasping could be heard.
Everyone's eyes were still trembling. The shock in their hearts was indescribable.
The Holy Demon Laozu could not help but frown. He did not expect Boundless Ghost to be so merciless as to kill Sha Jiuming.
Perhaps the Rakshasa Tribe had suffered too much humiliation over the years.
Although killing was not allowed in the Holy Demon Secret Realm, both sides had agreed to it.
However, in the battle before them, both sides had agreed to it. Therefore, Desolate Ghost's killing move was understandable.
"Third Prince!" At this moment, the people from the Asura Tribe reacted and exclaimed in unison. They looked at Boundless Ghost furiously with murderous intent.
Sha Jiuming had killed the Third Prince of the Asura Tribe. He had a noble status, but he had died at the hands of a Rakshasa rebel. How could they accept this?
"You Rakshasa rebel, how dare you kill the Third Prince? Are you tired of living?"
"Bastard! Does the Rakshasa Tribe want to be exterminated? "
"Rakshasa rebel, the Rakshasa Tribe will definitely pay the price!"
Asura Clan's people were stirred up, shouting loudly, actually eager to give it a try, wishing to kill Ghost Desolate Boundless.
The Boundless Ghost Desolate stood cold in the air, his eyes were ice-cold as he said in a harsh voice: "Only he can kill me, but I can't kill him?"
If he didn't have the Hand of Destruction, he would be the one dying right now.
It was supposed to be a fair duel. Life and death were normal.
How could he be so arrogant after killing Nine-lives? How could he be so arrogant after killing the Asura Clan?
"Bastard, you are a Rakshasa rebel, how can you be compared to the Third Prince!" An impulsive killer asura stepped forward and shouted crazily.
"Shut up!" Meanwhile, before Desolate Ghost could even speak, a low and deep voice resounded out like a thunderclap, and it shook everyone present.
Everyone turned to look at the Holy Demon Laozu, not knowing what the latter was going to do.
"This is a fair duel. Life and death are up to fate. Kill the Asura Race. We can't use this to take revenge on the Rakshasa Race! "Holy Demon Laozu said with a gloomy and Cold expression.
Everyone's eyes quivered as their expressions turned nasty.
No one expected the Holy Demon Laozu to take the initiative to stand forward to defend the Rakshasa Race.
There was dead silence. The Asura Clan's people no longer dared to make a sound.
"Laozu is right. It's a fair duel. Life and death are up to fate." After a moment of silence, a rather teasing voice sounded. Following that, a figure walked out. It was none other than the Dark Wing Crown Prince, An Wufeng.
"Crown Prince Dark Wing!" The crowd's eyes quivered as they looked at An Wufeng.
From the looks of it, the second person from the four races' side was An Wufeng.
The strongest, Featherless Wolf, was left to fight last.
"Oh?" Nie Tian looked at An Wufeng as his gaze narrowed slightly. He could not help but look worried.
Vaguely, he felt that An Wufeng was not a simple person. He was definitely hiding a terrifying trump card.
Desolate Ghost Desolate Ghost had expended too much of his strength in his battle with Nine-lives. Furthermore, he had exposed his strongest Hand of Destruction.
Following that, it was basically impossible for Desolate Ghost Desolate Ghost to defeat An Wufeng.
And at that moment, a figure suddenly appeared. He took a step forward and said to Desolate Ghost Desolate Ghost, "Your Highness, your battle is over. It's my turn next."
Nie Tian frowned when he saw that the person who spoke was Tang Shisan.
Tang Shisan was very clever. He could tell that Desolate Ghost Desolate Ghost was exhausted, so he took the initiative to accept the next battle.
"Lord Blood Kaiser, I can still continue fighting," Desolate Ghost Desolate Ghost looked at Tang Shisan, bowed slightly, and said loudly.
His form of address and bow undoubtedly meant one thing: the Rakshasa race had taken the initiative to acknowledge Tang Shisan's identity as the Holy Fiend Blood Kaiser!
This was the Rakshasa race's repayment to Tang Shisan for taking the initiative to step forward.
Tang Shisan frowned. When he sensed the determination in Desolate Ghost Desolate Ghost's eyes, he did not say a word and nodded.
"Your Highness, you sure have a backbone. I'm getting more and more interested in you." An Wufeng took a step forward and smiled faintly. His eyes surged with an extremely cold glint.
"Make your move," Desolate Ghost Desolate Ghost said Cold without a word.
"Alright." An Wufeng's eyes narrowed as his lips curled into a strange smile.
"Kill!" And at that moment, Desolate Ghost growled and suddenly attacked. The Hand of Destruction appeared once again as the Renegade God Rakshasa appeared. A spear shadow shook the world as it roared and blasted at An Wufeng.
He knew he was in a bad state, so he wanted to attack first to gain the initiative.
"Boom!" The spear shadow was like a dragon. Enveloped by the Destruction Seals, it erupted with terrifying power. Wherever the spear passed, even space seemed to be torn apart. It was extremely terrifying.
"Your Highness, do you really think I'm that easy to bully?" Faced with Desolate Ghost Desolate Ghost's all-out attack, An Wufeng smiled faintly. His face did not reveal fear or panic, but mockery and disdain.
Desolate Ghost Desolate Ghost was very strong, but he was nothing in An Wufeng's eyes.
"Boom!" The next instant, the spear shadow descended and was about to strike An Wufeng.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! " At that moment, An Wufeng's lips curled into a sneer. His body trembled as a pair of black wings suddenly appeared on his back. When they spread out, they were thousands of meters long.
"This is …" The sudden scene made everyone's eyes quiver. They exclaimed in shock and were rendered speechless.
"Oh?" Holy Fiend Laozu was taken aback. His eyes could not help but quiver as his face turned into one of shock once again. His lips trembled as he said, "Wings of Death!"
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