Malicious Lu Xin

"Fallen god..."

The Sword of Judgment pierced Lu Xin's heart, yet it had no effect on him.

But his own body was pulled down by Lu Xin, bringing their gazes together at close range.

The Sword Bearer seemed exceptionally furious. The spiritual power throughout its body released a terrifying tremor.

The tremor resonated with the surrounding air, causing all kinds of chaotic sounds—the panic of the Executors in the distance, the splattering of stone and sand nearby, and the wild howling of the wind—to merge into a single heavy, chaotic voice:

"A fallen god still needs to be judged."

"..."

"Boom!"

As its voice fell, the Sword of Judgment suddenly glowed with a dark red light, looking like a red-hot branding iron.

A scorched smell instantly came from Lu Xin's heart.

The spiritual power wrapped around the Sword of Judgment rose like terrifying heat.

It followed his wound, roasting his body.

It was as if flames were about to ignite his entire body and burn him into charcoal. Starting from the place where the Sword of Judgment pierced him, large patches of rust suddenly emerged across Lu Xin's body and rapidly spread, covering him layer by layer.

This was the spiritual power on the Sword of Judgment.

In an almost berserk manner, it instantly devoured Lu Xin's entire body and mind.

Most terrifyingly, it was not only Lu Xin's body. Father and Sister beside him also rapidly began to grow large patches of rust. The rust covered Sister's body, with its fine stitches, and even spread across Father's shadow. Carrying a thick, rotten aura, it rapidly covered all the surging, vital power within them.

Only Mom, though stained with a little rust, simply swept it away when she raised her hand.

The skinless puppy and the other parasitic items were