I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

No one responded to the Northern King's words.

They even became more ruthless.

If it's just one enemy, the Northern King has nothing to fear.

Even if he's not in good shape right now, he's still not so bad as to be unable to defeat someone whose cultivation level is lower than his.

However, with four well-prepared enemies and the constant interference from Ning Ruan's strange fire, he was already at a disadvantage in just one exchange.

Now it has suffered repeated heavy blows.

It's hateful that he almost destroyed the cave, yet no one outside noticed anything amiss!

"What have humans given you? I'll give you double, and you'd better leave immediately, or I won't pursue the matter."

Wang Qiang, a student at Beijing Film Academy, suppressed the metallic taste rising in his throat and tried to make a final struggle.

It was probably because his injuries were getting worse that his breathing became noticeably weaker.

His response was a disdainful snort from the Spirit Sand Clan cultivator, followed by an even more intense sandstorm attack.

Double?

Do you really think he's a fool?

After doing such things, if we really stop, how will we survive?

The Shadow Clan cultivators did not stop.

Every attack seemed to pinpoint the weakest point in the North Film King's defense.

It left him with no way to avoid it and no way to defend against it.

He was like the person who understood the Northern King best.

But he was also the one who struck the hardest.

What grudge do I hold against you that you must kill me?

Wang from the Beijing Film Academy roared in anger.

The Shadow Clan cultivator finally broke his silence, but did not stop his actions. "You possessed my body, destroyed my soul, and stole my identity. Tell me, what grudge do we have, brother?"

"You...you are..."

The North Film King's pupils suddenly contracted as he looked incredulously at the figure that was faintly visible in the shadows. A name he had almost forgotten and believed to have been completely annihilated exploded in his mind like a thunderclap!

"Impossible...it can't be you..."

"Nothing is impossible in this world. You were able to successfully take my place, so why can't I come back alive to see you?"

The Shadow Clan cultivator's deep voice was icy and chilling, filled with hatred accumulated over countless years, "Or do you think I should have my soul completely scattered and disappear from this world forever?"

"What a pity, my dear brother, I'm back again."

"Other people's bodies are ultimately other people's bodies. You wouldn't feel comfortable using them, would you?"

The face of the Beijing Film Academy King was as pale as paper, not only because his injuries had worsened, but also because his deepest fears had been completely exposed!

He occupied this body of destiny for countless years, and his cultivation speed made a qualitative leap. He no longer had to worry about his cultivation stagnating due to his approaching lifespan, and could only wait to die day by day.

But no one knew that there was something wrong with this body.

He constantly endured the pain of his body's rejection, requiring him to expend a great deal of mental energy to forcibly suppress and integrate it.

There may even be a period of weakness like this now.

This feeling of walking on thin ice is his biggest secret and his deepest fear!

"You...it was you...you deliberately tampered with this body!"

He screamed so hard his voice almost distorted, and his defenses were once again severely breached.

The Shadow Clan cultivator did not let this opportunity pass. The semi-immortal artifact sword in his hand was like a venomous snake spitting its tongue. Taking advantage of the moment when the Northern Shadow King revealed a flaw due to the shock to his mind, it instantly pierced through his shoulder blade!

"Ugh!"

Wang from the Beijing Film Academy cried out in pain and staggered backward.

His breathing became noticeably weaker.

"You only realize it now? It's too late."

The Shadow Clan cultivator's voice was icy, but his attacks did not stop at all. He coordinated with the other three with increasing tacit understanding. "You know that I am the Mandate of Heaven. If I didn't have some other means, how could I live up to the name of the Mandate of Heaven?"

"A fake is a fake. What's the use of a cuckoo occupying another's nest? This body can never truly merge with yours! Hahaha!"

Ning Ruan sat cross-legged, cracking sunflower seeds while listening to the conversation outside.

I really didn't expect to hear such a juicy story.

I originally thought these two were just members of the same clan.

They're actually brothers.

This is very...

Inside the cave, the Northern Shadow King's eyes turned bloodshot from the Shadow Clan cultivator's words, and he seemed to have gone mad: "You deserve to die! I shouldn't have been soft-hearted back then, I should have crushed your soul completely!"

"Soft-hearted?"

The Shadow Clan cultivators felt they had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, and their attacks became even more ferocious:

"You merely covet my body, which is naturally close to the Dao and possesses boundless potential. You fear that forcibly destroying my soul would damage its spirituality, so you left a wisp of my remnant soul to prolong its existence, attempting to slowly erode it! How can you say you're soft-hearted?"

"Brother, when have you ever shown me any mercy?"

As those words fell.

The spirit sword in his hand pierced straight into the heart of the Northern Shadow King.

At the same time, the Twin Star Clan cultivators each delivered a fatal blow.

Wang, the director of the Beijing Film Academy, had no way to avoid it.

The vitality quickly faded.

He stared intently at the person in front of him, making a hoarse sound in his throat, and fear finally appeared in his eyes:

"Don't...kill me..."

"I'm dead... none of you... can escape..."

Beneath the iron pot, Ning Ruan swallowed the melon seeds in her mouth and interjected at the opportune moment, "Your Majesty, you're too kind. Don't worry, I've already set up an interdimensional teleportation array outside. After killing you, they can leave as well."

"At that time, I will destroy the teleportation array. Anyway, you won't be able to see me, and I will leave the Shadow Clan on my own."

She thoughtfully explained the escape procedures after committing the murder.

"!!!"

Wang, the director of the Beijing Film Academy, trembled with rage and spat out another mouthful of blood, his breath growing weaker and weaker.

He stared intently in the direction from which Ning Ruan's voice came, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness. He wanted to say something, but he could no longer utter a clear sound.

Seeing his miserable state, the last trace of emotion in the Shadow Clan cultivator's eyes subsided.

With a sudden shrug, a burst of red light erupted from the spirit sword, instantly shattering the last vestiges of the Northern Shadow King's heart and life force!

"Uh……"

The latter's body trembled violently, the light in his eyes completely dimmed, his head tilted to the side, and he was no longer alive.

It cannot be seen with the naked eye.

But with divine sense, one could clearly see that even in death, the dignified Northern King still stared wide-eyed.

He clearly felt extremely unwilling to accept death.

As soon as he died, Ning Ruan lifted the iron pot.

They came closer.

The Lingsha Clan cultivator noticed the ground covered with sunflower seed shells at a glance, and his eye twitched.

So they were fighting to the death outside.

Ning Ruan just watched the show and ate sunflower seeds in the pot.

Although I knew he was the employer.

But thinking about it still makes me angry.

Ning Ruan also glanced back at the sunflower seed shells.

A fireball was thrown.

The body was instantly burned to destroy all traces.

There wasn't a trace of sunflower seed shells left.

The Shadow Clan cultivator said, "Now that he's dead, the Shadow Clan probably already knows. We need to leave quickly, as the sealing effect of the talisman is almost over."

The speed at which they killed the King of the Northern Shadows was far faster than they had anticipated.

But it's not easy either.

It seemed that the three of them had the upper hand the whole time, but he was also seriously injured.

The other three were not as badly injured as him, but they were also injured to varying degrees.

Ning Ruan took the iron pot.

He then pulled out three more storage rings and tossed the remaining reward to the Spirit Sand Clan cultivator and two Twin Star Clan cultivators.

The latter had already almost completely looted the storage artifacts on the Northern King's body.

For a moment, it was hard to tell which was more important.

They had no choice but to divide it equally.

Even Ning Ruan received two storage rings.

"The matter is urgent, and we cannot break the restrictions on the storage artifacts for the time being, so we can only divide them like this for now."

One of the Twin Star Clan cultivators said this.