Lei Suling tried his best and could only block the eighteen divine formations. He was unable to move, and the lightning brilliance on his body was constantly being wiped out. He said: "Zhang Ruochen, do you really want to be an enemy of the Thunder Clan? Now, everyone shakes hands and speaks.

And, it’s still not too late.”

Zhang Ruochen's formations and divine patterns in the void around him shone like stars, and he said: "It's not that I want to be the enemy of the Thunder Clan, but that you are too unfriendly and too greedy! You covet the sundial, you covet the Sword Realm, how can I compete with them?

Do you shake hands and make peace?"

Lei Suling knew that today's situation was not good and that he was in danger of falling. He lowered his attitude and said: "As long as you let me and Lei Yu go, you have expressed your greatest goodwill. The Lei Clan will definitely be grateful, and cooperation will be a matter of course.

Our previous attack was purely to test the strength of you and the Sword World, but now you have proven your strength. You are so strong that Su Ling even admires you!"

Changing the subject, she added: "But if Ruochen Realm Zunruo insists on having his own way, he insists on causing our death. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the price, and you will definitely regret it."

"Really, I want to give it a try."

Zhang Ruochen summoned four Taixu Realm veterans from the Tianchu Civilization and asked them to help suppress Lei Suling's spiritual will. Then, the six divine swords merged into one, fell from the sky, and landed directly on Lei Suling's head.

Lei Suling's body was fragile, and when the sword was stabbed, his skull split inch by inch, and divine blood surged out like a fountain.
Chapter completed!