Devil Ancestor lowered his head and looked at the hole in his chest, the wound in his right arm, and the Demon Blade in his hand, which had been reduced to half its length.
His complexion shifted from green to white, then from white back to green.
Gritting his teeth, he forced the words out from the depths of his throat. Each one seemed to have been ground to pieces before being spat out.
"You... you..."
He kept saying "you" for half a day, yet could not form a complete sentence.
Because he had said that he would kill the Hengkong Human King within ten moves.
And now, it was only the third move.
His blade was broken, his chest had been pierced, and his right arm had been slashed open.
As for the Hengkong Human King, although he was covered in blood, he still stood there, standing ramrod straight.
The blood radiance on the Fang Tian Hua Ji was brighter than before the battle, and his Hengtian Battle Will was denser than before.
The Hengkong Human King looked at Devil Ancestor, his face devoid of expression.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His battle armor was covered in cracks, and his body bore several wounds deep enough to reveal bone—all left by those three moves just now.
But his spine remained ramrod straight.
He spoke, his voice as calm as if he were stating a fact unrelated to himself.
"Three moves."
"How many more can you withstand?"
Those words were what Devil Ancestor had said to him earlier.
Now, he had returned them to Devil Ancestor.
The myriad realms fell deathly silent.
Countless divine senses froze in the void.
No one spoke. No one dared to speak.
Even the Ancient Clans' patriarchs, who had lived through endless