The force of ten thousand paths, weighing a thousand jun, pressed down on them, making people instinctively want to collapse to the ground.
Venerable Li Ku's sword light shielded his body.
It withstood the descending shrine behind him, like a hell bearing heaven's might.
In an instant.
Three streaks of light flashed before him.
One red, one white, one black!
Only when his gaze focused did he realize they were not light at all, but three steel needles.
Calling them steel needles did not quite fit either, for they were simply too enormous, more like gigantic nails. In but an instant, his protective astral qi had been worn away.
Pfft.
Three blossoms of blood burst forth.
Three enormous iron nails, like little banners, pinned down his body.
"Fake?!"
Venerable Li Ku cried out in shock.
He had thought those three nails were real. Only when he withdrew his mana to pull them out did he discover that the three nails were illusory. The earlier sword move had merely been a feint to block him.
The enormous shrine rising behind him, seemingly imposing but useless, had been the true killing move—not the three small nails he had regarded as crucial.
Boom!
The shrine churned black water.
Countless black-red threads, like steel needles, pierced into Venerable Li Ku's body.
In moments, it was as though ten thousand arrows had pierced Venerable Li Ku's heart from behind.
The taut threads left him unable to move.
Tu Shan Jun nodded in satisfaction.
Other than Fa Hui, whom he had killed to slaughter the chicken and warn the monkeys, he did not wish to kill anyone—especially not someone who was a prodigy of the Great Stellar River Palace, holding a sacred sword. Killing him would only bring endless trouble upon himself.
Human strength had its