Your Highness?
Upon hearing the exclamations from the observing disciples around, Xing Yidan was startled for a moment, then laughed hideously: "Kid, I didn't expect you to be the Lord of Holy Heaven? Killing you is worth dying for!"
With that, the Supreme Power surged wildly, and the broadsword in his hand hummed, flashing cold gleams.
Hiss!
Finally, the broadsword sliced through the void, striking the back of Huang Xiaolong's neck.
On the Holy Platform, the expressions of the disciples watching changed drastically, even Zhang Sijin, the elder who blindly worshipped Huang Xiaolong, showed a change of face.
But then, an extraordinary scene unfolded; the broadsword slashed onto the back of Huang Xiaolong's neck but did not result in a pillar of blood or a loud clang. Instead, it embedded itself in, making Huang Xiaolong's neck seem like a super sponge, soft.
Xing Yidan's face froze in a smile.
How could this be?
