Unreconciled, Cold-faced Killer Luo drew his sword, wanting to make a final effort. As long as there was a glimmer of survival, he refused to give up.
His snow-white long sword stabbed continuously into the void, leaving behind a trail of sword images with every thrust. Cold-faced Killer Luo thrust eleven times in succession.
The eleven sword images condensed in an instant, transforming into a pale blue Sword Qi. Following Cold-faced Killer Luo's final thrust, the pale blue Sword Qi flew forward, heading straight toward Ling Yun.
Yet the very next moment.
Cold-faced Killer Luo's eyes suddenly widened in utter disbelief. He felt as though he were dreaming at that moment, and that it was a nightmare.
Blood sprayed and splattered wildly from his body as severed limbs danced through the air. He cried out in painful agony. This was a feast of absolute, one-sided slaughter, and at that moment Ling Yun seemed like a God who held mastery over human life and death.
Ling Yun's One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones directly subjected Cold-faced Killer Luo to a lifetime of suffering, slicing off his hands and feet entirely, executing him by slow slicing piece by piece.
Xiong Chumo of the Fire God Palace trembled violently, his speech slurred as he muttered, "The King of Hell has returned in all his cruelty. Should I beg for mercy, or should I beg for mercy?"
Afterward, he thought about crawling out, but then he recalled the fate of the person who had proactively crawled out just moments ago. Either way spelled certain death, and he was practically on the verge of tears.
"Lord King of Hell, this old man has elderly parents above and young children below. Please spare me just this once!"
Xiong Chumo of the Fire God Palace wept