Yes, it was just a casual flick.
As if brushing away a petal that had accidentally fallen onto her shoulder.
As if parting a willow branch blocking her view.
Light and effortless, without the slightest hint of worldly bustle.
There was no earth-shaking explosion of energy as one might imagine.
No dazzling radiance from colliding Rules.
Sss—!
A sound so faint it was almost negligible.
That domineering blood-colored blade light, which seemed capable of cleaving through everything, touched the ancient sword scabbard, and in that instant...
It was like snow beneath the blazing sun, or a soap bubble being poked.
Silently...
It vanished.
It had not been shattered into specks of light, nor had its energy been canceled out.
It had been utterly erased directly from the level of "existence"!
As if it had never appeared in this world at all.
"Wh... what?!"
The Saint attendant who had attacked had his eyes bulge out in an instant, nearly popping from their sockets!
The ferocious grin and fury on his face were completely replaced by boundless horror and utter bewilderment!
What had he felt?
He had felt all the power behind the blade he had unleashed with everything he had.
Every strand of Slaughter Saint Rule attached to it, the moment it touched that sword scabbard.
It was as if... as if it had encountered some Supreme Rule that absolutely could not be defied!
It had not been destroyed. It had been "denied"!
Its existence had been denied!
What the hell was this technique?!
He had never even heard of it!!
The pupils of the Crimson Blood Demon Lord suddenly shrank to pinpoints! His heart felt as if an icy hand had clutched it viciously!
He saw it more clearly and thoroughly than the attendant!
This was not a clash