As soon as the Dragon-Slaying Sword left its sheath, the accumulated Sword Qi poured out in a torrent.
Wanli Fengdao stepped on a tree trunk, his figure skimming the ground as he charged forward, sword in his right hand, while his left index and middle fingers gently slid along the blade.
HUMMM—
The sword blade vibrated ceaselessly. The long swath of Sword Qi suddenly split into over a dozen streams, accompanied by the faint sound of tigers roaring and dragons chanting, slashing obliquely towards the front.
In an instant, Sword Qi crisscrossed and cold light dazzled. Countless narrow wounds appeared on the creature named Water Nightmare. His slack and drooping skin tore open inch by inch, as red and yellow pus flowed out as if it cost nothing.
However, he seemed to feel no pain, standing in place without moving an inch, allowing the sword to slash and stab. His face, covered in sword marks, twisted into a ferocious smile.
