"Hmph, stop putting on a show. Ye Xiu is already dead. At most, this is just a trace of his thoughts. What can he do to me?"
Chu Suiyan's mood finally calmed down a bit, and he snorted coldly.
As he spoke, he looked up and shouted, and a hundred-zhang-long sword shadow appeared, swiftly stabbing towards Ye Xiu's gigantic figure.
The gigantic figure waved to block it, managing to stop the sword shadow, but staggered slightly.
Chu Suiyan was overjoyed and sneered, "After all, it's just a dead man. How much strength could he have? Go back to hell!"
That earlier strike from Chu Suiyan was not even at full strength, yet it shook Ye Xiu's phantom, which showed how weak this phantom was.
Chu Suiyan had fully regained his confidence; he raised his arm and called out loudly, "Divine Skill, Buddha's Fury Vajra!"
Suddenly, golden light burst forth from Chu Suiyan's body, magnified a million times, blinding everyone within a thousand miles.
