Faced with this ridiculous beetle, Xuan Jian was utterly astonished. The Mysterious Iron Heavy Treasure in his hand suddenly rang out with a clear chime, and he appeared in front of the giant beetle in a flash. Without any flourish, he brought his heavy sword straight down at its head. The strike reached the pinnacle of speed and force, and with that single blow, he sliced off half the beetle's head.
But the giant beetle was enraged. Even with half its head sliced off, it opened its jaws viciously at Xuan Jian and spat out a stream of Black Flame. The high-temperature fire was somewhat dangerous to Xuan Jian, but it lacked the lethal corrosive poison from before, and his Body Protection Spiritual Shield could still withstand it. Amid the sea of flames, his heavy sword slashed back and forth, every strike aimed at the beetle's vital spots.
At this point, the fearsome resilience of the insect race was fully on display. Most of its head had been cut off, its abdomen had been split in two, both hind legs had been severed, and there was hardly a single intact part left on its body. Even so, the creature still hadn't died. It continued attacking Xuan Jian, its vitality truly terrifying.
Xuan Jian raised a hand and pointed. The heavy sword suddenly blazed with dazzling light, and countless Sword Lights gathered in the air, transforming again and again: one became two, two became four, four became eight. In the blink of an eye, half the sky was filled with long swords gleaming with sharp light.
Then Xuan Jian gently lowered his finger. Tens of thousands of swords radiating immense power rained down like a violent storm, completely engulfing the giant beetle amid its wails.
"That thing still isn't dead?" Xing