With a single sword strike,
the blazing sun rose, and Golden Thread Gu Worms filled the sky, exploding apart.
Many invisible, intangible Gu Worms also lurked secretly in space, carrying the stench of countless curses as they silently attacked. They had mastered the "danger," "strangeness," and "concealment" of the Gu Dao, true veterans and grandmaster-level figures in this field.
Yet when the Great Sun Destruction Sword Qi swept down and the Sword Intent suppressed everything, all demons, monsters, and petty tricks could only despair.
Countless Gu Worms turned to ash and scattered through the sky, accomplishing nothing.
"Fellow Daoist Hundred Legged, you were a little weak."
Jiang Ding sighed.
Boom!
Within the thousand-mile Great Sun Destruction Sword Domain, another brilliant blazing sun rose and hung high in the sky. It fell like a meteor, locking onto the centipede's core, grand and radiant, openly and righteously descending with terrifying destructive heat.
It was telling him,
I'm here. You're going to die.
Will you submit?
If not, then die!
It was the same sword strike. From beginning to end, it had always been the same sword strike, without the slightest change. Carrying a clear, icy aura of death, it descended from the heavens and enveloped the centipede Daoist's entire soul, as though he had fallen into an ice cellar and frozen solid.
"Tu Shan, you deserve to die!"
The Hundred Legged Heavenly Monarch roared.
His eyes had turned bloodshot. He could no longer maintain the steadiness and serenity of his Dao Heart.
Before life and death, throughout history, how many heroes, outstanding figures, and peerless prodigies had failed to see through it? He was no exception.
Especially not when facing such humiliating, helpless death.
Those glorious years when he had roamed the Southern Border and repeatedly slain powerful enemies of both the