The Demon Lord's internal organs churned violently. Even with his robust physique, that incredibly powerful kick nearly knocked the breath out of him.
The Demon Lord raised his head in horror. The foot planted on his chest ground down hard, while its owner looked down at him like a demon. That undisguised contempt stirred immense hatred in his heart. Yet a faint regret also surfaced within him. Why had he offended this evil spirit? How had things come to this?
But I gave him no chance to regret it. The movement of my foot grew heavier with every step, brutally trampling the hated face beneath me.
"Useless trash! Weren't you the one who told me to kneel? Weren't you going to kill me? Why are you crawling under my feet like a dead dog? If you have the guts, get up and kill me!"
I kicked him again and again. The Demon Lord flew into a rage and struggled to his feet. Behind him, a spatial rift had already opened. He was actually preparing to summon the Wuxin Ghost.
But at that moment, I gripped the Eight Tribulation Sword in my hand and brought it down in a savage slash.
As the sword fell, the entire arena trembled.
The might of that strike surpassed all imagination, like a blow from the Thunder God in the heavens. Even the ground shook. An utterly terrifying force tore through everything in an instant. After that vicious sword descended,
the Wuxin Ghost, which had just emerged from the spatial rift, was struck by the force in an instant. Its body was driven back inside, and it could never come out again.
The Demon Lord tried to summon the Wuxin Ghost once more, but I looked at him with utter disdain. "Stop struggling. Your fate