Dark red light flickered around Shi Pojun's body, as though he were a demon god that had just crawled out of a sea of blood. Merely standing there, the aura he radiated made Chang Guwu and Liu Yanqing beside him feel their hearts tremble. Even Huang Jiugao in the distance, who had been hesitating, suddenly saw his scarlet soul flames contract.
"Die!"
Shi Pojun's eyes were bloodshot, leaving nothing within them but the purest, most savage desire to kill.
He stepped forward, leaving a string of blurred afterimages where he had stood. His true body had already appeared directly before Chen Fei as though by teleportation.
His speed was so great that it even surpassed Liu Yanqing's sword that traversed the void.
The black longsaber in Shi Pojun's hand was now entirely wrapped in reverse-blood divine power. The blade trembled and gave off an excited hum, like a ferocious beast thirsting for blood.
There were no intricate moves, no profound transformations—only the simplest, most tyrannical slash.
The dark red saber light stretched like a silken bolt, yet also resembled a roaring blood-colored demonic dragon. It tore through space, shredded every ray of light and every sound in its path, and came crashing down upon Chen Fei's head with a terrifying will to annihilate all things and slaughter all living beings.
This slash was Shi Pojun's fatal strike, bought by burning everything he had. It was the ultimate condensation of his lifelong saber cultivation, and its might had reached a genuine all-out strike of the Great Cang Realm Late Stage.
Just as Shi Pojun used a forbidden secret art to obtain the power of the Great Cang Realm Late Stage and unleashed this killing slash, Huang Jiugao, the Vengeful Demon in the distance, finally made his decision as well.
His scarlet