He did not speak, holding the sword, with the tip aimed at Hua Zhiyao's heart, inch by inch, inch by inch piercing in.
"Bestow death?"
"Alright, as you wish, then I shall grant you death."
At this moment, Yue Gongli didn't want to ask anything, only wanted to slowly plunge the sword into Hua Zhiyao's heart, thrusting forcefully, grinding away his body.
The sword's tip seemed to hit something hard.
Hua Zhiyao's skin cracked easily, yet his body was as hard as a rock.
Yue Gongli pushed forcefully, even bending the Sovereign Cut, solely relying on physical strength, he couldn't pierce through Hua Zhiyao's defense!
"Hiss hehehe..."
Yue Gongli was amused in anger.
Is even Heaven opposing me?
A person without any defense, even using the Sovereign Cut cannot pierce his flesh, yet he can slap me, leaving a mark...
"You are tough."
Yue Gongli stabbed forcefully again.
