"Can't move, can only... be slaughtered? This is... the power of Sword Twenty-Three?"
As the Sword Saint's sword finger stabbed over, in that flashing instant, countless thoughts had already surged out of Jiang Dali's mind.
In the split second when these thoughts flashed past.
The very next moment!
He already felt a sudden sharp pain erupting from his shoulder.
A damage value instantly shot out from the top of his head, and right after that his Qi-Blood began to continuously fall. As strong as the Divine Demon Golden Body was, it actually couldn't resist the might of Sword Twenty-Three at all, and his defenses were declared broken in the very first instant.
"Sword—"
The Sword Saint's voice was as sharp and piercing as a blade. That tough and aged face appeared right in front of Jiang Dali's widened tiger eyes, beard and hair clearly visible strand by strand.
