One Move to Kill

Zhou Heng thrust out his sword. The Hundred Ghost Sword whistled into motion, immediately summoning a ghostly shadow that shrieked as it launched an attack on the young Sunflare Emperor.

"Hm?" The young Sunflare Emperor's eyes widened, somewhat surprised by the Hundred Ghost Sword's marvels. "A high-grade Immortal Artifact?" he murmured, greed immediately appearing on his face. High-grade Immortal Artifacts were simply too rare!

The Immortal World was said to have once flourished beyond measure. Not only had there been large numbers of ten-star alchemists, but artifact refiners capable of forging high-grade Immortal Artifacts had been everywhere. Unfortunately, with the great collapse of the Immortal World, countless inheritances had been wiped out. Now, ten-star alchemists could be counted on one's fingers, and high-grade artifact refiners were no different.

Most of the Immortal Artifacts circulating in the Immortal World today had been preserved from that great cataclysm, unearthed from shattered continents piece by piece. Newly forged ones were practically one in ten thousand.

One could well imagine the decline of artifact refiners.

And precisely because of this, a high-grade Immortal Artifact—especially an intact one—had become incomparably precious!

The young Sunflare Emperor's interest in the Hundred Ghost Sword surged. Thus, he did not rush to attack, instead allowing Zhou Heng to display its power. He wanted to see just how formidable this treasure was.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Zhou Heng's sunwheel was incomparably pure, so the speed of every slash was naturally absurdly fast. Ghostly shadows emerged one after another, unleashing soul-piercing shrieks at the young Sunflare Emperor.

Ten, twenty, thirty—the ghostly shadows grew more numerous, soon reaching a full hundred.

"Oh, is this the limit?" The young Sunflare Emperor casually threw a punch, and one ghostly shadow immediately vanished. "Spiritual Power constructs that have broken through the barrier and reached the Sunflare