Boom!
Su Chen's figure was like a dark-red meteor, wrapped in endless abyssal demonic energy, crashing heavily onto the small boat where Ghost Hand stood!
The hull lurched violently. Its waterline sank half a foot, and the deck beneath Su Chen's feet instantly filled with spiderweb cracks!
"You...!"
The blood drained from Ghost Hand's face in an instant. Terror rising from the depths of his soul nearly choked him!
He had never dreamed that the scheme he had taken such pride in—luring the tiger away from the mountain—would be foiled in this way!
Those savage dragon wings wreathed in demonic flames, that terrifying pressure of a sovereign looking down upon the world—it all surpassed everything he knew about Soul Masters!
But the instinct to survive still overcame his shock!
The instant Su Chen landed, Ghost Hand let out a piercing shriek. His body sprang like a triggered trap, and dozens of gleaming black needles shot out from his waist, cuffs, boots, and even the gaps between his fingers!
"Bone Piercing Nails!"
Every needle was coated with a deadly poison that killed at the slightest touch. They carved dozens of deadly trails through the night, forming a barrage with no blind spots and blanketing every inch of space around Su Chen!
This was his killing move, the trump card that had made his name!
Yet faced with a deadly barrage that could instantly kill any Soul Ancestor of the same rank, Su Chen's face remained utterly unruffled.
He didn't even bother to dodge.
"Clang—"
A clear, ringing sword note.
Su Chen raised his left hand slightly. At some point, the Judgment Holy Sword had already left its scabbard, its golden blade shining with a sacred brilliance like the sun!
The light wasn't dazzling, yet it carried the supreme law of purifying