"Since that's the case, don't blame me. Soul Sword, Myriad Swords Return to Origin... Break!"
With a sharp shout, Xiao Heng pulled away from the puppet while condensing countless Soul Swords around himself. As the Soul Swords gathered, a Soul Sword a hundred thousand zhang long abruptly took shape, then slashed down at the puppet.
The puppet raised its Great Sword to block, but the immense pressure still cleaved it straight into the ground, where it vanished from Xiao Heng's sight.
The Giant Soul Sword descended, carving a crack hundreds of thousands of zhang wide and of unknown depth into the earth.
A few breaths later, the Great Sword dispersed, turning into pure Soul Power that flowed back into Xiao Heng's body. Looking at the bottomless fissure, Xiao Heng slowly exhaled and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"This should be over now, right?"
Yet in the next instant, a figure flew straight out of the fissure and shot toward Xiao Heng. With one slash, a massive sword light came crashing down.
Facing that enormous sword light, Xiao Heng could only unleash a vast amount of Soul Power and Dou Qi, forming a huge shield before himself.
"Bang...!"
With a deafening boom, Xiao Heng was sent flying downward, smashing deeply into the ground and causing countless cracks to burst outward.
By the time Xiao Heng climbed out of the cracks, the treant had appeared before him again. Its sword fell, instantly shattering the energy shield Xiao Heng had set up...
My life is over...!
Just as those four words surfaced in Xiao Heng's heart, the sword stopped three inches above his head. Xiao Heng seemed to have already smelled death itself as a bead of sweat trickled down.
He looked at the halted sword, then at the enormous treant. It