"Humph, what a show-off." The man looked at me and said disdainfully, "Do you really think I'd be afraid of you? You're far too foolish."
"Then make your move. Remember, you only have one chance. Use your strongest attack." I looked at him as I spoke.
The man looked at me, his expression filled with panic. At that moment, he gritted his teeth and unleashed his strongest technique.
Nine Luminaries!
In an instant, nine sword lights appeared, piercing toward me from nine different angles. Not only that, he transformed into a mass of radiance and charged straight at me.
This was his signature technique. Once unleashed, its power was truly terrifying.
The people around us had already closed their eyes. In their minds, Yan Wuji was finished.
Murong Ning shouted, "Senior Disciple Brother, please show mercy!"
But just then, I looked at the radiance before me and said, "Weak. Far too weak."
I let out a cold laugh and raised the Worn Sword in my hand. I had simply picked this Worn Sword up from the battlefield. It was nothing more than a weapon on the verge of being scrapped.
But at that moment, I swept it across. Sword energy surged forth, as if heaven and earth themselves had been cleaved apart by that single strike!
"No!" The man screamed, but it was already too late. The terrifying sword energy crashed down. When it struck, an utterly horrifying force erupted in full.
With that single slash, the man's body was torn apart in an instant.
When I slowly walked over, the man's body had stiffened and gone still. Then, astonishingly, it gradually turned to dust and disappeared!
Everyone around us was left utterly astonished.
"Senior Disciple Brother actually died?"
"How is that possible?"
"That sword's power is simply terrifying."
Murong