As the phantom spoke, Xue Qingluo finally recovered somewhat from its shock.
Hearing the phantom's words, it drew a deep breath, gritted its teeth, and stared at her with a vicious gleam in its eyes. "Jade Pool Western Emperor, if you had appeared here in your true body, I admit that even at my peak, I would be no match for you."
"But you're merely an avatar. To think you can kill this marshal is sheer fantasy!"
As it spoke, its gaze swept over the Human Emperor Sword in Xuan Yuan Longcheng's hand. It said coldly, "Though I know full well that I'm unlikely to escape my fate today."
"After all, the Human Emperor Sword is here, driven by a strand of human emperor will left within it by the Human Emperor of the Xuanyuan Clan."
"Still, even if I die, I'll make sure to expend the human emperor will within that sword. If you think you can kill me without using the Human Emperor Sword, you're dreaming!"
At Xue Qingluo's words, the Western Emperor's phantom laughed. She glanced at Ning Wangshu, then looked back at Xue Qingluo and said calmly, "You demon certainly know how to boast!"
"Under ordinary circumstances, it would indeed be somewhat difficult for this avatar of mine to destroy you utterly."
"Unfortunately for you, the mandate of heaven is not on your side today. You are destined to perish here. And killing you won't require the Human Emperor Sword!"
Xue Qingluo snorted. "Is that so? Then let me see how this avatar of yours intends to kill me!"
The moment it finished speaking, it formed seals with both hands and roared, "Blood Prison Soul-Devouring Curse! Kill!"
Boom!
In an instant, a sea of blood filled the sky. A boundless blood prison materialized with a thunderous