"Use your Spiritual Power to shatter his Yin Soul!" King Wumeng ordered.
Just at that moment, the Sword of Dust within Chen Hao's body suddenly surged throughout his blood, and he transformed into a clump of dust, seeping through the dense blades and the thousands of Cavalry surrounding him, dripping down to the ground below.
Seeing this, both King Wumeng and King Qingyu were shocked, and the Cavalry who had encircled Chen Hao were also stunned, retracting the Spiritual Power they were about to exert on Chen Hao.
"This seems to be King Mieji's move!" King Wumeng said urgently to King Qingyu, his face showing disbelief.
King Qingyu nodded his head, his memory of the deceased King Mieji's moves still fresh.