"A Nine-Star Dou Saint capable of reaching this level and wielding such power... honestly, even that old man might not have matched you at the same level. To show my respect, I'll give you a quick death."
"Netherworld Water Bullet...!"
As he spoke, the man raised his arm. Pitch-black water surged from around him, gathering along his arm. Soon, a fist-sized black sphere of water appeared before him.
Looking at that tiny water sphere, Gu Hui sensed the stench of death. It might have been small, but the power contained within was likely several times greater than that previous palm strike.
"This is the move with the strongest penetrating power among all my techniques. Kid, you'd better hold on! Otherwise, I'll be disappointed."
The man grinned as he spoke, but his expression suddenly turned cold. An intensely lifeless aura seeped from his gray eyes. Though he had been smiling all along, there was nothing in his eyes but death.
"Go!"
As the low shout fell, the smile vanished from his face.
Gu Hui stared gravely at the condensed water sphere and exhaled. Countless energies gathered upon his sword—sword aura, sword intent, and many other terrifying powers, all concentrated at its tip.
"Heaven-Shattering...!"
With a low cry in his heart, the longsword in Gu Hui's hand shot forth, turning into a streak of light as it crashed directly into the water sphere flying toward him.
That pinpoint of sharpness collided with the water sphere, and an ear-piercing grinding sound instantly rang out. Then, terrifying shockwaves spread outward, causing the surrounding Void for thousands of meters to collapse and engulf them both.
Yet as the clash continued, that point of sharpness was gradually entangled by deathly aura. Its terrifying impact and piercing force were swiftly worn away.
"Not bad. Unfortunately, not enough!"