"You're too weak,"
Heavenwards, Jiang Ding shook his head lightly.
Taking it seriously, it was a matter of just one sword strike. There was indeed value, but it wasn't high.
"You can die now."
"Hmm, this doesn't seem quite right, it makes me appear like a blood-thirsty person, a warmongering maniac."
"That's not the fact."
Jiang Ding gripped the sword hilt and looked at the 600 Hairy Spirits encircling the Giant Spirit General.
"Then this way, on behalf of the resentment of all beings in this realm, as well as the wishes of the people of the Geomagnetic Realm, I grant you death,"
he stated indifferently.
This was a political necessity.
At the same time, it was also the truth.
