Jiang Ming was intent on killing, his mind set on execution.
He too was rapidly breaking through the soul restrictions, but the members of other clans were dying incessantly.
Even with unparalleled talents in soul arts and previous experiences, it was still challenging.
His gaze shifted, and he noticed the ring on Long Qi's hand. His eyes brightened, and he took it off him.
This only made Long Qi's fury grow.
"I love how helpless and furious you look!"
Jiang Ming continued to provoke him.
He examined the green dragon-shaped ring in his hand, dispatched a sweep of his soul power and discovered that it was a space ring with spiritual branding on it.
He forcefully erased it.
Long Qi's face turned pale, he shouted in anger, "Jiang Ming, you will die, and all the people on Blue Star will die. No, many will be kept as livestock, as food."
"Are you depending on your father, Long Fei, or Wutian?" Jiang Ming asked indifferently.
