Premature Death

Min Hengsha used both arms as sabers, slashing and chopping in succession. His moves were broad and sweeping, yet not lacking in delicate finesse; beneath their simplicity lurked bloody killing intent. This was utterly different from his former fighting style.

Xiang Yang had once crossed hands with Min Hengsha. Back then, he had been full of sharp spirit, and his saber technique still bore thirty percent of the marks left by the chisel. Xiang Yang had subdued him in a single move. Apart from the disparity in realm, it was more because the other man's techniques had far too many flaws.

Now, however, everything was different. Unbound by the routines and variations of set moves, every strike was a killing move, brimming with a bloody aura. It was pure martial arts of slaughter, even more extreme than the original Slaughter Beast Demon Saber.

Xiang Yang likewise used his hands as sabers, striking while retreating. Palm-sabers and arm-sabers collided, and rippling waves of saber qi suddenly erupted. Within three zhang of the two men, pillars of earth as tall as two people exploded from the ground.

The longer Min Hengsha fought, the more surging the killing intent accumulated in his chest became. The power of his martial arts grew ever fiercer, and coupled with the peerless inner power he had just received through empowerment, he truly possessed the supreme might to kill gods if gods stood in his way, kill Buddhas if Buddhas stood in his way.

Yet Min Baxian and Zhuang Wei, watching the battle, felt their hearts sink ever lower. Xiang Yang was simply too composed, too at ease. It felt as though whenever Min Hengsha used thirty percent of his strength, Xiang Yang would likewise use thirty percent to contend with him.

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