Could a fourth-level chief Ruler kill an ultimate chief Ruler as easily as slaughtering pigs and dogs?
âUnintentionally offended?â
âJian Wushuangâ sneered and walked toward the two of them.
A demonic and overbearing sword intent enveloped the area under their feet. The Star Ruler and the Heavenly Ruler could not even move their feet under this demonic and overbearing sword intent.
Just as âJian Wushuangâ was about to stretch out his big hand and press on their headsâŠ
âJian Wushuangâ suddenly covered his head. His facial features were extremely distorted and he roared in pain, âImpossible, how can you not be dead!!!â
In the depths of Jian Wushuangâs soul realm, his real consciousness slowly opened his eyes and said calmly, âTarot, itâs time to return my body.â
At this moment, the Tarot swordâs spirit was aghast to find that he was gradually losing control of this body!
All the divine power in his body seemed to have betrayed him and he couldnât use any of it!
âJian Wushuangâ clutched his head. His expression was twisted because of the pain, and his mouth emitted a terrifying sound wave that did not seem human.
âWhatâs going on?â The Star Ruler and the Heavenly Ruler shuddered upon seeing this, and they exchanged glances.
âSomething must have happened to this monster. Donât worry about him, letâs run!â
The two of them made a decision in an instant. Seeing that the demonic sword intent that was suppressing them was gradually weakening, they immediately took a heavy step forward and broke free from the restrictions. They quickly shot into the distance without looking back.
The sword spirit of Tarot, who was controlling âJian Wushuangâsâ body, didnât have the time to care about this. He knelt on the ground, scratched his face, and kept howling in pain, â âNo! i am the Tarot swordâs spirit! Jian Wushuang, you canât kill me!â
âJian Wushuangâsâ face was filled with fear. He realized that his body was gradually losing control, and his consciousness was fading away at an extremely fast speed!
Jian Wushuangâs soul realm was like a battlefield where two armies were facing each other. on one side was Jian Wushuangâs consciousness, and on the other side was the Tarot sword spirit.
The sword spirit of Tarot, which had originally corroded more than half of Jian Wushuangâs soul, was quickly annihilated at the speed of the receding tide.
in his soul realm, the consciousness body that was condensed by Jian Wushuangâs consciousness said, âSword spirit, youâre just a remnant of Supreme Tarotâs will that was attached to the Tarot sword after his death. Even if the real Supreme Tarot were here, it would be impossible for him to possess me.â
âIâve already possessed you, and Iâve completely destroyed your soul. Why? Why didnât you die?â In Jian Wushuangâs soul realm, there was a dark golden Demon Sword that was making a terrifying sound.
This was the Tarot swordâs spirit.
Jian Wushuangâs expression was calm. He naturally would not explain the unique immortal body of a perfect creature to him. He said indifferently, âSword spirit, you should never have chosen to possess me. If you had completely absorbed my divine power back then, you might have really succeeded.
âUnfortunately, there are no âwhat ifsâ in this world, soâŠannihilate.â