BOOM!
The blade of Black Cutter smashed intothe mirror holder's body.
The mirror holder's huge body stepped back two steps, then he showed a half smug and ferocious grin.
Looking at Nero, who had been knocked back and was moving his wrist,the mirror holder's confidence kept rising.
'Actually, this guy is not that hard to deal with. Didn't that sword strike just move me?'
'As long as I go all out, facing him head on might not mean I lose.'
'I've been hiding in the shadows for too long. After not fighting for so long, sometimes you forget how strong you really are!'
'The pillar is broken, but it doesn't matter. It can be repaired soon, and you will become a part of it!'
'The unity of beauty does not need independent individuals like this!'
The mirror holder stepped forward, raised his iron fist, and swung it toward Nero.
On the other side, Nero gripped the sword handle again and looked at the huge shadow pressing toward him like a meteor. He could not help but freeze for a moment.
'What is wrong with this guy this time?'
'Last time wasn't he beaten so badly that he ran off holding his head?'
'Don't tell me he thinks that just because he suddenly transformed and blocked one strike, he is good enough now?'
'How dare you use your fist against a sword blade?'
A lot of thoughts flashed through Nero's mind in an instant, but of course he would not go easy on the enemy in front of him.
Since the other party wanted to compare a flesh made fist with a heavy sword forged from a star core, then he would grant him that wish.
Nero held the sword in reverse, then slashed upward. The black and heavy blade of Black Cutter carried supreme power as it crashed intothe mirror holder's fist.
And whenthe mirror holder saw this scene, he was also stunned for a moment.
He thought, 'What is wrong with this kid?'
'How does he still dare to swing his sword at me?'
But right after that, a cold sneer rose in his heart.
'That sword strike just now did not move me. A normal person should understand the gap between us. Hmph... so what if you gave birth to your own will, in the end you are still young.'
'I will take this arm of yours!'
Thinking this,the mirror holder put even more strength into his hand.
But in the next second, he heard the sound of flesh being cut, along with the sound of bones being smashed.
Blood mixed with bone fragments splashed out. Inthe mirror holder's vision, he first saw Nero, who had not stepped back even half a step in the collision.
Then he saw how that pitch black blade cut into his arm. Only at last did he feel intense pain spreading like a tide.
"Ah!"
The mirror holder let out a scream and quickly retreated.
He could not understand why this had happened. The one who should have been injured was the other side.
But at this moment, he had no time to think, because the jumping slash came again.
Even though he had transformed, the direction of events had not changed.
He was still being hunted down, fleeing in a sorry state with his head covered. The palace he had painstakingly built was smashed into pieces under one sword strike after another.
The steel skin of a ferocious beast could not block the blade of a sword immortal.
Nero swung the heavy sword with one hand, cutting out vast sword energy that swallowed everything like rivers merging into the sea.
This sword momentum snatched flying light and took heads among the twenty eight constellations.
The rolling sword energy rushed over with a wild howl.the mirror holder felt instinctively that there was no way to dodge.
Facing that killing sword force, he felt that all paths of retreat were locked. No matter the past, the present, or the future, he could not avoid it, as if this was a sword he was destined to suffer.
The mirror holder raised both arms to block and was hit head on by the sword energy.
BOOM!
The sword force surged like a raging tide, sweeping across all directions.
The palace was instantly torn into powder. How couldthe mirror holder possibly stop such a killing strike?
His arms were cut off in an instant. A sword mark ran straight down his body. His whole person was flipped away by the overwhelming sword energy, like a lone boat in a storm at sea.
In this universe, there was suddenly a flicker.
Zhou Xing raised his head, frowning, his mood very strange.
This star field seemed to have gained a roof, and above it was reflected the same starry sky as below.
Just as Zhou Xing was full of doubt, suddenly a huge figure fell down from the starry sky of the dome.
It was a massive lone beast that had lost both hands. In this universe, its body was still expanding, already larger than a blazing planet not far away.
At the same time, a white figure also fell from the starry sky above.
That figure stood on a sword, descending with hands behind his back, like a true immortal coming down into the mortal world.
'Beautiful!'
Such a thought popped into Zhou Xing's mind, and in the next moment, he frowned.
'That white figure, why does it look so much like the young master Nero who was brought here this time?'
Before Zhou Xing could think more, the sword formation that covered the entire star field suddenly moved.
Countless tall green long swords danced lightly, piercing the monster that kept making terrifying sounds with ten thousand swords through its body.
At this moment, Zhou Xing saw the white figure gently raise his hand, with sword fingers standing before his chest.
A soft chant suddenly poured into his ears.
It was like thunder exploding. The sound was not loud, yet it roared together in countless layers, as if striking a giant bell forged from the stars.
Three forces spread out from that figure. The stars shifted, the galaxy reversed.
A strong and blinding light lit up from the dome, like a shocking crack that tore open the universe.
Within illusions that seemed both real and unreal, countless beautiful star fragments floated and flowed, turning into glowing dust.
An enormous sword blade, unclear whether real or not, fell from that gap, pushing aside time, cutting through space, stirring countless nebulae.
An unimaginable grand shadow beyond the heavens crashed down.
That gigantic evil lone beast was nothing more than a tick before that sword blade.
The giant sword that tore the sea of stars fell downward, falling toward endless depths, yet its body seemed without end.
Zhou Xing stared wide eyed, suffocating at the scene before him. Other than the sharp edge of the blade, it seemed nothing else could fit in his vision.
He only saw countless rays of heavenly light exploding. The crack above his head began to spread. The starry sky below suddenly shattered. The whole world began to shake violently.
Suddenly, he heard a crisp sound by his ear.
Zhou Xing's consciousness began to shake. Before his eyes there was only a pale white, and then he knew nothing.
When he woke up again, Zhou Xing's mind was dull. The image of the sky collapsing and earth splitting still echoed in his mind. He only looked around instinctively.
He did not seem to be on that survival ship anymore, but had come to the merchant group's ship.
Outside the window was still that starry sky, but there were many more stones of different sizes. Broken planets floated quietly.
Perhaps after millions or hundreds of millions of years, they would gather again, or some of the fragments would form new planets.
Turning his head, he could see a pitch black heavy sword placed on the ground.
The white haired figure sat quietly to the side, eyes closed. Several strands of starlight burned beside him, then quietly scattered.
The young man turned his head, his expression calm, with a rare gentleness in his brows and eyes.
"You're awake?" Nero said. "Then let's mourn them together. This time, many people died."
Zhou Xing slowly widened his eyes, as if he saw Captain Qingping standing by the window, showing him a bright smile.
Then, limping, dragging his crippled right leg, he slowly walked out of the window, stepping onto a path paved with soft light, heading into the depths of the universe.
Zhou Xing pressed his lips together, raised his hand to wipe his face, sat up, looked at the devastation outside the window, and slowly closed his eyes.
He seemed to see holy light coming from beyond the heavens, shining on every strong and lonely soul, lighting the smooth road of coming and going.