As Ye Feng moved, the crimson Purgatory Slash cut its way through.
The Dragon Shadows unleashed by the Ghost Cultivator were shattered one by one, collapsing in an instant.
Simultaneously, the Ghost Cultivator's body retreated repeatedly, eyes filled with shock.
The Ghost Cultivator had initially been contemplating avenging past humiliations by defeating Ye Feng in one move, but he could never have imagined such an outcome.
Even though he had become strong enough, even though he was highly confident he could defeat Ye Feng, reality still dealt him a cruel blow.
'Defeated! Why did I lose to him?' Overwhelmed with unwillingness, the Ghost Cultivator couldn't understand why he had once again lost to Ye Feng.
"Die for me!" As for Ye Feng, he charged towards the Ghost Cultivator with unstoppable momentum, sword poised to strike.
The Ghost Cultivator, already on the verge of collapse, was left utterly defenseless against Ye Feng's Purgatory Slash.
