Even if they break through my defense, they won't be able to do much harm.
Indeed, although this sword drew blood, it was not a serious injury.
His left arm just lifted, the Black Dragon Sword in his hand swept through the storm, ready to strike down.
Mid-swing, the sword suddenly stopped.
He realized there was no longer a need to attack.
At this moment, Cui Yun's white hair lost its luster, turned to powder, and fell with the wind.
The eyes were vacant, breath already ceased.
After the sword was unleashed, his Qi and Blood Lifeforce were completely exhausted.
"Just like that, dead?"
Chen Ping was dumbfounded.
Retracting the sword light, faintly piercing through Cui Yun's brow, he sensed an increase of +16 Tribulation Value, 6 Fortune Value in his mind, and slightly shook his head. His gaze seemed to penetrate layers of mist, seeing that line of white light shuttling through the forest, already thirty miles away.
