219: Chapter 219: Perishing Together, Black Burning Hundred Whips 219: Chapter 219: Perishing Together, Black Burning Hundred Whips As the voice emerged, the once lively and jubilant Golden Soul Palace suddenly turned icy, as if the air itself had frozen.
Everyone’s face stiffened, and their gaze shifted to Sikong Jing.
They saw him slowly sitting up, his bloodied face etched with a terrifying smile.
The room fell silent, so quiet that the drop of a pin could be heard.
Everyone subconsciously looked toward his heart, where beneath the half-torn garment torn by Ye Changlian, smooth skin was exposed, covered in a layer of frost.
Apart from that, there were no wounds—the heart had healed completely.
Your heart was pierced through!”
Yan Tianmo let out a piercing roar, staring fixedly at Sikong Jing.
How could someone live with a pierced heart?
Such things didn’t happen!
Especially since it was a powerful Black-armored Soldier who had pierced him.
Sikong Jing slowly stood up and sneered, “Why should a pierced heart be fatal?
You took away my Dantian, you tore apart my meridians, and yet I still returned to the Desolate Realm, didn’t I?”
The reason he didn’t die was naturally due to the essence blood of the Blue Cold Snake.
The moment his heart was pierced, the essence blood of the Blue Cold Snake surged into it, repairing his injuries, while the Blood of Ten Thousand Beasts also flowed, instantly restoring him to his original state.
But there was no need to explain such matters to a dead man.
“Yan Tianmo, your end has come.”
As Sikong Jing advanced with his sword in hand, the layer of frost formed from the essence blood of the Blue Cold Snake at his heart shattered, exploding into brilliant colors, tinkling as it fell to the ground, breaking into ice fragments.
“Protect me, protect me quick!” Yan Tianmo screamed frantically.
With Manager Nian leading, dozens of masters stood in front of Yan Tianmo, each trembling uncontrollably, knowing they were no match for Sikong Jing, an existence capable of contending with a Black-armored Soldier.
Suddenly, Yuwen Guan’s father knelt down, casting aside his weapon.
“Sikong Jing, spare me.”
With one man kneeling, more followed suit.
One of the Princes said, “Sikong Jing, as long as you spare my life, I will indeed succeed Yan Tianmo as Emperor.
I will declare to the world, vindicating and absolving you.”
After speaking, he bowed his head deeply, believing that what Sikong Jing was most angry about was being falsely accused and having his achievements erased.
Even now, still hated by the people of Great Shang.
However, in the next instant, that Prince’s head was severed, his face showing disbelief as it soared high, seeming as if he still had something to say, with a word escaping, “Why…”
Naturally, he wanted to ask why.
Shouldn’t you want to be vindicated and restore your reputation?
Sikong Jing indifferently replied, “It doesn’t matter anymore.
Let time handle the vindication.
And I don’t trust anybody of the Royal Family’s bloodline, so you’re dead.”
After letting the Prince’s head fall, he looked at everyone present and said, “You’re all going to die.”
Yuwen Guan’s father trembled and, unable to help himself, stepped back and asked, “Why?
We are willing to serve you, and we’re not the ringleaders, we shouldn’t merit death.”
Sikong Jing spoke solemnly, “Because killing all of you, Yunzhou will no longer pose a threat.
The grudge isn’t deep, but this ensures no future trouble.”
Keeping these Desolate Realm masters alive, they could easily enter Yunzhou to seek revenge on his people, on the Five Dragons Admiral.
Killing them was simply for the safety of Yunzhou, as simple as that.
Everyone knew how ruthless Sikong Jing was towards his enemies for the sake of his own people, and they knew there could be no peaceful end.
Someone shouted, and they all charged forward with roaring cries.
Sikong Jing’s sword light continuously flashed, one mighty figure after another fell beneath his blade.
Only Yang Tianmo was left, his whole body chilling and trembling, legs constantly shaking as he said, “Sikong Jing, whatever you want I can give to you, just spare my life.”
With that, he knelt down.
Sikong Jing narrowed his eyes and shook his head, “Do you think that’s possible?”
Having said that, he walked forward step by step, only for Yang Tianmo to suddenly break both of his hands, staring manically at Sikong Jing: “Of course, I knew it wasn’t possible, but I still have to kill you.”
At the instant his hands broke off, the entire Golden Soul Palace started flashing wildly with light.
Yang Tianmo raved: “The Golden Soul Palace was left by my Yan Family ancestors, every Emperor of Great Shang had to acknowledge its master, and it has one function, using the master’s entire body’s fresh blood to completely seal the Golden Soul Palace, dying together.”
As he said this, Yang Tianmo laughed wildly: “Sikong Jing, now you can’t get out, you will die here with me, don’t even mention going to the Long Night Empire, you’ll starve to death inside the Golden Soul Palace.”
“You will be parted forever from your most beloved wife, you will see her remarry.”
Each sentence was like a sting to Sikong Jing as the surrounding golden light became more and more intense.
Streaks of golden light, falling from the Golden Soul Palace, locked Sikong Jing tightly in place.
“I won’t die that quickly, I’ll just sit on the dragon throne and watch you struggle, watch you go mad.”
Yang Tianmo, now without his hands, sat back upon the dragon throne, snickering sinisterly and eerily.
Sikong Jing’s True Qi exploded throughout his body, but clearly, he could not break out of the range of the golden light; the golden light had him bound to death.
With his brows tightly furrowed, Sikong Jing didn’t show any unwillingness in his eyes.
He had faced countless crises and wouldn’t be easily trapped here, nor would he become mad as Yang Tianmo had said.
He closed his eyes, pondering a solution…
After dozens of breaths, he opened his eyes: “Yang Tianmo, you once promised me that as long as I quelled the Seven Countries’ chaos you would open the Golden Soul Palace and help me make a Transcendent breakthrough.”
“So the Golden Soul Palace is an excellent place for cultivation then.
I’ll attempt to make a breakthrough right here.”
Having spoken, Sikong Jing no longer resisted the golden light’s binding but instead circulated the True Qi throughout his body for cultivation, while a trace of his consciousness entered the Ten Thousand Beasts Sky Prison once again.
This time, he did not observe the myriad beasts but only the Dark Winged Dragon Eagle.
At the same time, aboard the first Divine Spaceship, the Black-armored Soldiers gathered together.
They looked at General Ning with confusion; wasn’t there still one night left?
What did it mean to suddenly call them back?
Especially Sun Gan, who felt extremely displeased in his heart.
Although he had pierced Sikong Jing’s heart, the fact he couldn’t torment him had been very frustrating.
Moreover, at this moment he was somewhat afraid.
Had General Ning discovered something?
Suddenly, General Ning spoke slowly: “What did I say when you disembarked?
No killing allowed, now who here has caused a death, step forward.”
With these words, Sun Gan’s body trembled violently.
Had he really been discovered?
After three breaths of silence, General Ning shouted again: “Step forward, or should I pull you out myself?”
Sun Gan trembled again, ready to step forward and confess.
But at that moment, a Black-armored female warrior took the lead to step forward, shakingly saying, “General Ning, it was a man from Canglong Domain who molested me first, I then acted in self-defense and killed him.”
General Ning stared at her coldly and ordered: “Take her away, execute the Black Burning Hundred Whips.”