Lu Yin swung the sickle, this time with his whole arm, not just a finger.
Old Salamander's blood sprayed across the starry sky as his entire arm was sliced off.
Yet he attacked with his other hand.
Lu Yin narrowed his eyes. He couldn't understand why Old Salamander had done that, but there had to be a reason. The old man had lived too long—long enough to make anyone uneasy.
Since that was the case, Lu Yin gripped the sickle and slashed down at Old Salamander.
Old Salamander stood motionless, not even glancing at the descending sickle. He simply thrust out a finger.
The sickle sliced through him without resistance, splitting him in two. At that moment, Old Salamander actually smiled. "I succeeded."
Blood rained down from the sky.
None of the watching cultivators had expected Old Salamander to be split in two so easily. Wasn't he dead? How could it happen so quickly? So simply?
Was the Third Master really that terrifying after his transformation?
Little Salamander stood on the ground, fists clenched and teeth gritted. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he stared fixedly at the scene. He had to watch. His grandfather had told him to watch, and he needed to see how it ended.
Nian Xian was stunned. That had been way too fast. The old bastard had set him up.
In Zhi Kong Domain, Mr. Li frowned. Impossible. Old Salamander's aura was so powerful that even he had to be wary of it. He was a Cross Tribulation expert. He shouldn't have died so easily.
In the distance, Old Man Yu let out a breath. The old fellow had succeeded.
Across the Spiritualized Universe, few understood Old Salamander. But only those who did knew how terrifying he was.
Old Salamander had lived