"Hmph! Liu Shui, do you really think that with the Sky-Pillar Rod in your hand, you can truly kill me?" Seeing the situation, endless hatred had already appeared in Fan Shanhui's eyes.
The moment he spoke those words, the expressions of Qin Shaofeng and the other two, who were in the midst of attacking, abruptly changed.
Even the faces of everyone else who heard him turned ugly.
After losing his brothers' assistance, Liu Shui's combat strength had indeed plummeted, but he was still an Eighth-tier Peak Saint Star Position expert.
Moreover, this strike had come after Ximen Kuang and Lei Rukang had consecutively crushed all of Fan Shanhui's defenses. No matter how one looked at it, it should have been enough to kill him in a single blow.
Yet under such desperate circumstances, how could Fan Shanhui still say something like that?
Even though Fan Shanhui's expression was already filled with the utmost fury.
No matter how they looked at it, there was no way he could evade it, right?
Or could it be...
Did he still possess some supreme defensive treasure?
No sooner said than done.
The Sky-Pillar Rod in Liu Shui's hand shot forth, its speed even slightly faster than the time it took an ordinary person to blink.
Such might, such speed.
Yet Fan Shanhui did not even spare it a glance. He merely laughed arrogantly. "Liu Shui, I already told you—given that tiny bit of strength of yours, you are not qualified to kill me."
Before his words had even ended, Liu Shui's attack had already descended.
The instant it struck.
"Bang!"
An earth-shaking sound suddenly rang out.
At the instant Liu Shui's sure-kill strike hit Fan Shanhui's neck, something resembling an incomparably bizarre suit of armor, yet also like scales, slowly emerged over his body.