A single sword strike flew forth.
The Sword Intent transformed into a vast sea of blood. Hundreds, even thousands, of phantom pigs came galloping out as if a massive army was charging to the slaughter. The void trembled as the countless blood pig phantoms converged into a fire dragon, slamming into the Seventh Elder.
CRACK!
In an instant, the protective Magical Treasure of the Ghost King Sect's Seventh Elder shattered. In the next moment, his physical body disintegrated. The sword qi, filled with destructive might, obliterated all his vitality.
Only a Nascent Soul rose from the mangled remains. Wrapped around a storage ring, it attempted to flee for its life.
"Still trying to run?" Wang Xiu formed a sword seal and pointed fiercely. "Wind-Thunder Talisman Sword Art!"
BOOM!
