There was no suspense, even from dozens of yards away.
The spirit sword in Meng Wuya's hand, steeped in deadly poison, still sliced through the void and arrived before the flower hall.
Wherever its blade passed, it tore a rift through space.
This strike contained Meng Wuya's entire lifetime of cultivation. It was his ultimate hidden technique, one he had never revealed throughout his decades of dominance in the Demon Realm.
This time, the Succubus did not vanish.
She still stood upon the stone steps with her hands behind her back. She did not even blink an extra time.
She simply watched that life-taking spirit sword tear through the air toward her...
Or perhaps she was waiting.
Waiting for the sword to reach her, then deciding whether to dodge.
In the blink of an eye, the blade had come within thirty feet!
Yet at that very moment, the corner of the Succubus's lips curled slightly... She no longer wanted to dodge.
Or rather, she had never needed to dodge at all.
Just as the spirit sword was about to touch the space between her brows, the Succubus's figure suddenly turned illusory. Like a wisp of smoke, like a phantom, as though she did not exist in this world at all.
Meng Wuya's pupils shrank sharply!
His sword had struck empty air!
The sword qi passed through the Succubus's insubstantial figure and slammed into the flower hall's threshold, cleaving that thousand-year-old bluestone in two as shattered stones flew everywhere!
Yet this was only the beginning.
After Sikong Yun fled, Meng Wuya had already made up his mind!
Tonight, he had to kill the Succubus. He had to seize the legendary treasure Daoist Wu had left behind!
Thus, that sword strike had merely been a feint.
The true killing move was still