Ye Fan said coldly, "I'm not interested!"
"No!" With a swing of his sword, Ye Fan decapitated the West Spirit King. The king's head flew through the air before landing on the ground, where Ye Fan promptly stomped on it. Who could believe it? This Spirit King, who had acted with arrogant impunity for thousands of years, had been triumphant one moment only to become a soul claimed by Ye Fan's sword the next.
At the very instant the West Spirit King's head was severed, the people of the Spirit Domain lost all hope, which instantly twisted into despair. They were on the verge of collapse, unsure of the fate that awaited them. Many had already begun to surrender. For them, surrender was humiliating, but it was far better than death. After all, they were a proud people; surrender was their final resort.
