Stone Stele

Blood Saber Saint suddenly felt a sickly sweetness surge up his throat. Dark crimson blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, gathered into droplets at his chin, and dripped into the void.

His scarlet pupils were fixed on the tip of the Godfall Weapon embedded in his chest. The madness in his eyes had been completely replaced by shock. A broken voice squeezed through his clenched teeth, trembling with disbelief.

"How... how is this possible? My secret art... the power I gained by burning away my remnant soul—how could it lose to a mere junior like you?"

He muttered "How is this possible?" over and over. His energy-formed body became slightly translucent from its violent trembling, while the joints of the hand gripping the demon-headed saber turned deathly white. Yet that vicious blade, once capable of cleaving mountains and splitting rocks, could not even be raised a fraction now.

The Power of Space released by the Godfall Weapon was still raging within him. Every tear inflicted excruciating agony upon his soul body, making even the maintenance of his form an impossible luxury.

Xiao Ling's expression did not change. He extended his left hand, his fingers precisely locking around Blood Saber Saint's wrist, which was held before him.

With a crisp crack, the arm holding the demon-headed saber was effortlessly slapped aside. The blade lost all force and drew a crooked arc of blood through the void.

Then, Xiao Ling sharply pulled back with his right hand. The shaft of the Godfall Weapon tore free from Blood Saber Saint's soul body with a piercing shriek through the air. Its tip carried a thick cloud of dark crimson blood mist, and the splattered droplets gave off wisps of scorching smoke as they fell through the void.

"Pfft—"

Blood Saber Saint spat