Black-purple sword energy tore through the divine wind, slashing down past Murong Huai's neck. Its razor-sharp edge sliced open his divine robe, leaving a blood gash nearly an inch deep. Half of a towering divine stone exploded into dust, shards mixed with divine blood splattering all over Murong Huai's face.
Murong Huai raised his sword to block. The Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword trembled violently beneath Heavenly Punishment's brutal slash, its spine pressed directly against his shoulder bone. The web between his thumb and forefinger burst open at once, golden-red divine blood seeping down the sword hilt and soaking half his robe along his forearm.
After another hundred exchanges, every crevice in his bones was steeped in agony. A wound half a foot deep had been slashed diagonally across his waist and abdomen, and black Destruction energy reeking of death burrowed through it toward his divine soul, like countless worms gnawing at his divine veins. Every breath felt like blades scraping against bone.
A lingering shockwave had struck his left shin, shattering it into three pieces. He could only support himself with his sword to barely maintain a half-kneeling position. The divine stones at his feet had been soaked through with divine blood, their color darkened nearly black.
Yet Heavenly Punishment merely lowered his eyes and glanced at him. His purple robes snapped in the divine wind, still utterly spotless. Not even a single loose strand of hair over his forehead was out of place.
Heavenly Punishment gripped Heaven's End Sword, dense with the will of Destruction, and walked over step by step across the cracked divine stones. His boots crushed the fragments of divine cores left behind by the fallen gods, producing harsh, grinding creaks. His voice was cold, as though it had been dredged up from an ice cavern