Tang San's eyelids twitched wildly as the shadow of death instantly enveloped his entire body.
He instinctively raised the only remaining "Single-pronged Trident" in his hand to block.
This was the Sea God Trident, weighing 1.08 million jin.
It was the condensed weight of the ocean.
In Tang San's understanding, there might be Divine Weapons in this world capable of defeating him, but there was absolutely no weapon that could easily sever this heavy trident.
Even though it had just lost its two wings.
Its main shaft was still indestructible divine iron.
Clang!
A soft sound that was not particularly harsh rang out.
It was like a hot knife slicing through butter.
Or scissors cutting through cloth.
There was no resistance whatsoever.
The main shaft of the Sea God Trident, which Tang San regarded as his final line of defense, snapped directly in the middle.
The cut was as smooth as a mirror.
Not even a single spark flew out.
The upper half of the trident spun away under the pull of gravity.
The Sea God Trident was completely ruined.
Tang San's eyes went wide in that instant, his pupils violently shrinking into pinpoints.
He stared at the half-handle remaining in his hand, his mind briefly going blank.
But that fatal sword strike did not stop after severing the weapon.
The Taichu Sword, carrying ancient and chaotic sword radiance, drove straight ahead.
Squelch!
The sound of a sharp blade entering flesh was especially clear on this deathly silent battlefield.
The sword tip easily tore through the defenses of the Sea God Divine Armor.
It pierced through Tang San's proud Half-step God King body.
It entered through his chest and emerged from his back.
Blood instantly stained the azure divine armor red.
Tang San froze in midair.
He slowly lowered his