"With one stroke of the Samsara Pen, life and death are decided!"
Xia Ping looked at the distant Ancient Demon Saint Jerome. His Hell Golden Crow Eye saw through space-time and traced cause and effect. No matter how fast Ancient Demon Saint Jerome was, it had nowhere to hide beneath his gaze.
Holding the Samsara Pen, he lightly tapped the void.
In an instant, a terrifying force erupted from the depths of the Samsara Pen, like the first ray of light at the dawn of chaos—the most primal and pure power.
This ray of light traced the threads of causality, crossed endless space-time, and arrived before Ancient Demon Saint Jerome in an instant.
"Impossible! Wh-what power is this?!"
Ancient Demon Saint Jerome's body jolted violently. Its hairs stood on end as though it had sensed a fatal crisis. Unable to stop itself, it turned back, wanting to see what had happened.
But that turn of its head became eternity.
A streak of white light blasted through space-time. With a boom, the force pierced through Ancient Demon Saint Jerome's head and tore apart its soul.
It was like a strike from the ancient Underworld God, a power that traced cause and effect.
"I'm dead? I died just like that? How is that possible?!"
Ancient Demon Saint Jerome was stunned. Without the slightest power to resist, it sank into boundless darkness, its enormous corpse left lying in midair.
"As expected of the Samsara Pen. Its power truly is extraordinary."
Xia Ping clicked his tongue in admiration, deeply moved.
If he had relied on his own strength, he likely would have found it difficult to kill a Middle Ancient Saint. Ancient Demon Saints were simply too fast; once they unleashed their space-time domain, they could cross hundreds of light-years in a single breath.