"Buzz!"
"Buzz! Buzz!"
The Godslaying Sword emitted a "buzzing" sound, seemingly excited at the prospect of soon drinking the blood of the Vajra.
In Bai Qi's eyes, there was an indifference that regarded life as insignificant as grass.
Throughout Bai Qi's life, he had killed far too many people.
Even when he was about to cut down a Tier Four Vajra, he felt no excitement at all.
He had become numb to life.
Bai Qi's sword had no fancy tricks, it was just a simple cut.
A sword struck forth.
This was a sword meant for killing.
The sword energy transformed into a red glow, devoid of any awe-inspiring spectacle or strange phenomenon.
A simple red sword energy, yet it gave one the feeling that it could cleave the world in two.
As Bai Qi unleashed this sword strike, the Unmoving Ming King, who was stationed outside Pule Mountain, panicked.
"Bang!" Suddenly, he slammed the table and shouted, "Bai Qi, how dare you!"
