A golden streak slashed through the air and two figures stopped midair.
Then everyone saw Ji Dongfeng and Jian Xinshang's bodies plummet from the sky.
Their heads flew off after a moment and also dropped down.
"Hiss!"
Seeing Ji Dongfeng and Jian Xinshang killed outright by Su Tong, the surrounding experts sucked in a breath of cold air.
One was a ninth-tier Return to Void Realm expert, the other a peak Return to Void Realm expert. Yet in this moment, both perished under Su Tong's hand.
Moreover, Su Tong did not seem to have expended much effort.
Although Su Tong had also reached the peak of Return to Void Realm, this...this difference was too great!
"Su Tong!"
Luo Zi Yin now looked towards Su Tong.
Killing these two powerful experts outright would likely bring Su Tong a lot of trouble.
"Hehe, there will be no trouble!"
Su Tong reassured them with a word.
Then he shouted, "Leijing Beast!"
Whoosh!
A purple figure instantly swept out from Su Tong's residence.
It appeared right in front of Su Tong without the slightest hesitation.
Su Tong leaped up and stood on the Leijing Beast's back.
"I'm going out for a bit!"
Su Tong's voice drifted back.
Luo Zi Yin nodded. She knew where Su Tong was going.
"Hurry, get into formation!"
Seeing their Grand Elder perish, Shen Feng Sect's disciples could not even grieve before seeing a streak of light hurtle in their direction.
It was Su Tong.
Having witnessed Su Tong's might, Shen Feng Sect's disciples panicked.
Even their mighty Grand Elder was defeated by Su Tong.
They were not even worthy of Su Tong attacking them.
Yet Su Tong still came.
They knew it was because their actions had touched Su Tong's bottom line.
Now they felt extremely regretful.
But regret was useless now.
The current Su Tong was unstoppable.
"Hehe, it's too late to get into formation now!"
Su Tong's calm voice drifted over.
Looking at Su Tong, Shen Feng Sect's disciples' eyes were full of despair.
"Icy Wind Technique!"
Su Tong shouted lowly.
He cast the mystic art Ji Dongfeng had just used in the ancient Divine Language.
The moment he activated it, heaven and earth changed color.
Everyone saw that the mystic art Su Tong used was even more powerful than when Ji Dongfeng had used it.
"Wasn't that the Icy Wind Technique, Shen Feng Sect's divine-grade mystic art that Ji Dongfeng just used?"
"Yes!"
"Then why does it look so much stronger when Su Tong uses it compared to when Ji Dongfeng used it?!"
"Who knows?"
"I heard some people with extraordinary talent can learn others' mystic arts just by seeing it once, and use it with even greater power!"
The surrounding experts now started discussing amongst themselves.
But Shen Feng Sect's disciples' faces were full of despair.
No one was more familiar with this mystic art than them.
When used by a peak Return to Void Realm expert, none of them could withstand it.
"Su Tong, I will haunt you as a ghost!"
Qi Jing Yun yelled loudly.
Then he charged madly towards Su Tong.
But with just fourth-tier Return to Void Realm strength, compared to Su Tong, he was nowhere close.
Spiritual power burst out from Qi Jing Yun's body.
But it was instantly extinguished under Su Tong's mystic art.
"Ah!"
A miserable shriek, and Qi Jing Yun perished under Su Tong's mystic art.
Su Tong's mystic art did not diminish in power, and fell directly amidst Shen Feng Sect.
In just a moment, all of Shen Feng Sect's elders who still tried resisting were killed.
Very few of Shen Feng Sect's disciples remained.
"The Disaster Sword Sect is next!"
Su Tong sneered coldly.
The remaining disciples were not even worth Su Tong attacking.
So Su Tong went straight for the Disaster Sword Sect.
"He's here, attack!"
Just before Su Tong appeared at the Disaster Sword Sect.
The Disaster Sword Sect's Sword Master shouted lowly.
An ancient sword instantly fell from the sky.
"Hehe!"
Su Tong sneered coldly.
It seemed the Disaster Sword Sect had made preparations during the time he was dealing with Shen Feng Sect.
"This is the Doomsday Sword Technique of Disaster Sword Sect right? Quite formidable power with so many working together on it!"
Su Tong nodded slightly as he looked at the giant sword in the sky.
But he paid it no mind.
"What's Su Tong doing?"
"That's the Doomsday Sword Formation! It's said one full powered strike equals a peak Return to Void Realm expert!"
"Oh no, Su Tong is overconfident!"
"Look..."
The surrounding experts clearly knew some things about Disaster Sword Sect's Doomsday Sword Formation.
Seeing Su Tong's nonchalance now, they also felt he was overconfident.
But when the giant sword fell,
Su Tong's spiritual power surged and formed a defense around him.
The giant sword was unable to pierce Su Tong's spiritual power defense.
"So weak!"
Su Tong said indifferently.
The moment his words fell, the giant sword crumbled and collapsed into countless spiritual power shards.
"How is this possible?"
Watching the Doomsday Sword Formation gather power equaling a peak Return to Void Realm expert's full powered strike.
Yet in Su Tong's hands, it couldn't withstand a single blow.
"Why? Isn't Su Tong peak Return to Void Realm?"
Dread colored the Disaster Sword Sect Sword Master's face.
He was very clear on the Doomsday Sword Formation's power.
"Hmm...what was that mystic art called again?"
Su Tong thought for a moment.
Then slowly said, "Primordial Shadow Dragon Slash!"
The ancient Divine Language drew in heavenly spiritual energy churning.
This was the divine-grade mystic art Jian Xinshang had just used.
But used by Su Tong, its momentum was stronger by who knew how many times.
The power goes without saying.
Countless sword rays flew at the Disaster Sword Sect.
In just a moment, they tore through the Disaster Sword Sect's guardian formation.
"Run!"
The Disaster Sword Sect's Sword Master did not recklessly charge at Su Tong like Qi Jing Yun.
Shouting lowly, he immediately fled in another direction.
"Hehe, with a Sword Master like you, Jian Xinshang would surely die unrested!"
Su Tong chuckled.
Then pointed a finger.
A spiritual power condensed longsword instantly flew at the Disaster Sword Sect's Sword Master.
In just a moment, it pierced through the Sword Master's body.
As the sword pierced him, the Sword Master arduously lowered his head to look at his pierced body.
Then he fell straight to the ground.
"Run!"
Seeing the Sword Master killed, the other Disaster Sword Sect Elders and disciples didn't care about anything else and just ran.
Su Tong's sword showed no mercy, flying out directly.
In an instant, the entire world fell silent.
With ruthless means, Su Tong had destroyed two major powers of the North Domain in a short time.
Along with the earlier Beast Taming Sect.
Of the original four sects, two sects and one sword sect were wiped out by Su Tong.
Such might made all the North Domain's sects tremble.
But Su Tong paid them no mind now, frowning as he looked into the distance.
Where the Spirit Vein Pillar was!
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