Behead Beitang Rui

“The battle has begun!”

As the two Martial Gods of the Wind Spirit Race made their move, Yun Yemeng and the others below felt their hearts leap into their throats.

Jin Yuanji and the other person exchanged a glance and immediately fled into the distance!

Even as quasi-gods, they couldn't get too close to a god-level battle.

“Lord Su Lang is fighting; we can’t just stand by and watch. Let’s go! Kill the enemy!”

“My compatriots, defeat the Wind Spirit Race! Charge!!!”

“…”

The martial artists from Xuanyuan Martial Arts Academy, including Yun Yemeng, also left the Xuanyuan Mountain Range and headed to other battlefields!

At the same instant!

Su Lang remained unhurried, his You Tian Sword materializing before him. With a grip and a horizontal slash, it precisely met the streak of light formed by Beitang Rui’s spear.

“Ding—!!”

An earth-shattering metallic clang pierced through the heavens and earth, almost deafening anyone who heard it instantly!

The terrifying energy aftermath transformed into a mushroom cloud, rapidly expanding and sweeping fiercely in all directions!

Immediately after, a broken spear segment spun out from the mushroom cloud, directly exploding a giant peak within the Xuanyuan Mountain Range!

Beitang Rui’s spear had been directly cut in half by the You Tian Sword!

“My Red Cloud Thousand Flame Spear!”

Beitang Rui looked at the remaining half of the spear in his hand, his expression drastically changing, a mix of anger and terror intertwined, his face contorted and hideous!

His divine artifact had actually been cut in half by one sword!

What kind of sword was that!?

And just as Beitang Rui was stunned and lost in shock, a phantom figure appeared behind him.

This figure was Su Lang’s last clone!

To avoid being discovered by Beitang Rui, the clone also carried a newly refined bewildering illusion array.

Although this array barely approached the quasi-god level,

Beitang Rui’s emotions were too intense, and his attention was drawn to Su Lang, so he didn’t notice the change behind him at all.

“Hmph!”

Su Lang held the long sword, a cold smile gradually forming at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, a black shadow abruptly appeared behind Su Lang, silent and containing a cold glint, thrusting out fiercely!

Su Lang’s figure stiffened.

“Die!”

In a whisper like that of the grim reaper, a lightning-fast thrust instantly plunged into Su Lang’s body!

Su Lang’s entire body shook, his skin cracked, blood mist erupted, and his aura, like a dying candle flame, suddenly extinguished!

“Hmph, vulnerable to a single blow!”

Bo Ximing’s thoughts flashed, but then he suddenly felt something was off; the opponent’s defense was a bit too weak!

But before he could think further, a scream suddenly came from above his head!

“What!?”

Bo Ximing’s figure froze, and he looked up!

He saw a backlit figure with a long sword in the air, Beitang Rui’s head flying up, blood splattering like a torrential downpour!

Beitang Rui had actually been beheaded!

“Su Lang! Out-of-body clone!”

Seeing the sword-wielding figure, and then the ‘Su Lang’ gradually fading before him, Bo Ximing was enlightened and terrified; he had been tricked!

“Hehe, losing one clone to kill a mid-level Martial God, it’s worth it!”

Su Lang chuckled, grabbing Beitang Rui’s head and holding it in his hand.

On Beitang Rui’s face, his eyes were wide open, bloodshot, and still filled with intense fear!

“You!!”

“How dare you kill two of my Wind Spirit Race’s Martial Gods!!”

“Lord Huangfu won’t let you off; you’re dead for sure!!”

Bo Ximing’s voice trembled, a mixture of anger and fear, his previously arrogant demeanor completely gone!

“Hahahahaha!”

“Who do you think is really dead for sure? Don’t you have any idea?”

Su Lang held a head in one hand and a sword in the other, a playful look on his face.

“If you want to kill me, you’ll have to catch me first!”

Bo Ximing gritted his teeth, spiritual power erupted from his body, and he instantly vanished from his original spot.

“Can you escape?”

Su Lang sneered, then fiercely pursued him.

Having devoured twelve clones, Su Lang’s movement technique also reached the mid-level Martial God+ tier.

Bo Ximing simply couldn’t widen the distance between himself and Su Lang!

At this moment, the distance between them was not far at all; for a Martial God, it was just a single sword’s reach!

“Sun and Moon in the Sky!”

Su Lang pointed his long sword, and two sword lights, one gold and one silver, immediately appeared in the sky above Bo Ximing.

Immediately after, the two sword lights intertwined and merged, carrying a dazzling, brilliant glow, fiercely descending!