Pfft!
The Black Sword entered his body like a sharp blade stabbing into tofu, effortlessly!
Peng Ao's aura was snuffed out in an instant. His face still bore the wild joy of glimpsing the secret of the stars, along with the shock of a sword striking his body and the disbelief of being instantly slain. So many expressions appeared on his face at once, making it look utterly bizarre.
Zhou Heng drew back the Black Sword. With a thud, Peng Ao's body fell to the ground. All forty-seven stars shattered at once and returned to heaven and earth, yet they did not cause any massive upheaval such as mountains collapsing.
"Urgh—" Zhou Heng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He undid his upper garments and saw a pitch-black palm print clearly stamped upon him, the spot over his chest visibly caved in!
Even his heart had been shattered. He had not died only because he was a Bright Immortal, while Peng Ao had possessed no sure-kill weapon like the Black Sword. That strike had gravely wounded him, but it was still not enough to kill him!
A Star King was indeed a Star King. That attack had been ferocious and tyrannical beyond belief—its destructive force was still this great even after breaking through two layers of Five Elements Runes!
Still, trading severe injuries for a Star King's life was worth it!
Zhou Heng was weak all over, and the pain in his chest was beyond description, making him bare his teeth.
When would he be able to control the Heaven-Soaring Nine Styles with ease? At the very least, it should leave him with ten percent—five percent—of his strength. It could not keep pouring out in one torrent; what mattered for a man was endurance!
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Just then,