One Sword to Slay Gods

As a high-ranking demon of the North Sea, Sha San had been born with an extraordinarily powerful body. By the time he reached adulthood, his physique was already comparable to a Golden Core body cultivator's.

After tempering himself for three thousand years in the Bottomless Icefire Sea Eye deep within the North Sea, Sha San had trained his fleshly body to the Spirit Transformation level. From then on, with Primordial Spirit and flesh united as one, he roamed the North Sea almost without rival.

What Sha San loved most was slaughtering human cultivators. Most of them were feeble and frail, yet they were numerous, always coming to the North Sea to fish and hunt for treasures. Whenever Sha San encountered them, he would strike and kill them.

These experiences were precisely why Sha San held human cultivators in such contempt. When he fought Ru Dian, he had not thought much of it at all. He had no idea that the Small Mount Sumeru Staff in Ru Dian's hand was the most fierce and domineering divine artifact in the Nine Provinces.

That single blow had nearly smashed him apart. Sha San had never suffered such a grave loss before; violent and vicious by nature, he fled into the depths of the sea to prepare his revenge. Yet his opponent had not followed him down.

What Sha San had not expected was that his opponent even had an accomplice, who launched a sneak attack while he was letting down his guard.

This sword was incomparably strange and incomparably vicious. By the time he sensed that something was wrong, its edge had already pierced through his Silver Shark Armor. Even his formidable fleshly body could not stop that strike—his head was pierced clean through.

Even the life force of his powerful body was