"Still not dead? As expected of the Swordfish King, a powerhouse of the Sea Demon race. You really are thick-skinned and tough-fleshed. I wonder how many more hits you can take." Xia Ping raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue in praise.
Hearing such praise, the Swordfish King was so furious smoke seemed to pour from all seven orifices. As a Demon King, being praised by an enemy for having thick skin and tough flesh was no praise at all—it was mockery, laughing at him for being nothing more than a punching bag with no choice but to take blows.
How could the proud Swordfish King, who looked down on all humans, possibly endure such ridicule?!
"I've changed my mind. I want you dead—right now!"
The Swordfish King roared, his voice booming like war drums and carrying for dozens of kilometers.
The fish in the sea could not withstand such sound waves. Hundreds of thousands were shaken to death, their white bellies turning upward as they floated across the ocean.
Bloodthirsty Soul-Devouring Sword!
He gripped the Blood Demon Sword and charged at Xia Ping. Dozens, even hundreds, of blood-red Sword Qi instantly appeared in midair, accompanied by the faint phantoms of countless demons.
That blood-soaked baleful aura alone was enough to drive countless weak-willed creatures mad. The Sword Qi probably would not even need to arrive before their souls were smashed apart by the blood baleful aura.
Even beings with resolute wills would be dazed for an instant beneath the impact of that baleful aura.
Seizing that opening, the Swordfish King could cut his opponent down with a single strike. That was the terror of the Blood Demon Sword.
"This is bad."
"The Lord of Lingwu Island was killed by that exact move earlier."
"We're finished. Who knows whether this