Retribution, Arriving Swiftly

The Poisonous Swamp—a single sword strike killed it. Each foul dragon—a single sword strike killed it. The Spirit Transformation Poison—a single sword strike killed it. The gray-haired powerhouse had exhausted every means at her disposal, yet none could withstand a single slash from the strange sword in Jie Sha's hands. Left with no choice, she could only evade its edge and circle around in a tangled battle, refusing to meet the strange sword head-on with her defenses. Tuoya, the Heavenly Mother Shaman, was still a vivid warning!

The old man appeared before them one moment and behind them the next. His face twisted, Demonic Qi surging in his eyes, giving him a mad and fanatical air. A layer of strange black mist, carrying an aura of imperfection, wrapped around both his hands. Every move targeted the major acupoints around Jie Sha's body. Plain and unadorned, yet seemingly Return to Simplicity, it was pure and refined, smashing mountains and shattering rocks as easily as pounding tofu. The ground gradually seeped red, filled with a bloodthirsty madness.

Jie Sha's expression remained cold and detached. Her right hand wielded the lightless black sword with effortless grace, making it difficult for the gray-haired powerhouse to close in. Several times, she nearly fell beneath its blade. Given a few more breaths, she could force herself free of the entanglement—or seize an opportunity to trade wounds for a life, thereby forming another encirclement of Meng Qi.

But at that moment, she saw Old Man Ku collapse helplessly, his aura utterly gone. He had not even managed to block a single blade from Su Meng!

Was this the legendary inescapable blade?

With one slash, cause and effect split in two, and a powerful enemy lost his head. Meng Qi's Primordial Spirit was empty and serene. He sensed