The demonic cultivator in the black cloak paled dramatically!
He could not understand why someone's saber technique could suddenly grow several times more powerful again.
Just what kind of saber technique was this?
Clang!
At once, he heard his own sword give a trembling, anguished cry.
Before he could react, a series of cracks erupted throughout his body, as though his flesh could not bear the burden of Lin Shuguang's peerless strength.
His vision was instantly filled with Lin Shuguang's violent saber light.
He truly could not understand...
Why had he lost?
Since comprehending this sword technique, he had spent another ten years cultivating in seclusion. Even if he could not astound the world, he should at least never have suffered such a complete defeat at Lin Shuguang's hands.
"Why?"
His unwilling murmur abruptly stopped.
Every sword shadow vanished beneath Lin Shuguang's unstoppable saber light. The demonic cultivator in the black cloak felt a pure force descend from Lin Shuguang with a crash, like mountains collapsing, seas surging, and heaven and earth shattering.
"The Divine Envoy won't spare you!"
On the verge of death, he screamed shrilly, his face twisted, his eyes filled with venom and unwillingness.
But all that met him was Lin Shuguang's cold, merciless gaze and a single domineering, ruthless sentence.
"I'll be waiting for him."
Spurt!
The sound of flesh being pierced was decisive and fierce.
The light instantly faded from the black-cloaked demonic cultivator's eyes, and his corpse fell limply to the ground.
Ignoring the cloaked assassins still remaining around him, Lin Shuguang looked up at the ice wall enveloping the entire Villa.
As for this strange ice wall that was absorbing everyone's blood energy...
"It's time to end this."
As he murmured, he raised his arm and threw the Slaughter Blade.
It was merely