"Another dog barking. Let me deal with you."
Seeing that someone else was barking like a dog, Wang Dali charged out with his broadsword, not caring about anything else.
Right now, he cared about nothing. As long as someone barked like a dog, he would step forward.
However, before he had taken more than a few steps, Wang Dali heard an incomparably terrifying sword cry. It was so piercing that it nearly deafened him.
Sword light flickered, and Wang Dali only felt a streak of sword light brush past his ear and shoot forward.
The sword light flashed.
Chu Lang, who had been wearing an arrogant expression in the distance, suddenly froze.
His expression was frozen forever.
A bloody hole appeared between his brows.
Not too large, not too small.
A line of crimson blood trickled from it.
Blood ran down his forehead and into his eyes.
The light in Chu Lang's eyes gradually faded.
His entire body toppled backward, falling from the sky and crashing heavily onto the street below.
At that moment, the entire scene fell deathly silent.
In the distance, the rulers of countless imperial dynasties, who had been praying inwardly for Chu Lang to die quickly, stared at the sight before them in utter shock.
Chu Lang was dead.
They did not even know how Chu Lang had died.
They had only seen a streak of sword light—an incomparably dazzling streak flash—and then Chu Lang, who had been so overbearing just moments ago, was dead.
This...
That sword strike had completely exceeded their imagination.
Just how had Chu Lang died?
No one knew.
"H-How is that possible?"
One of the dynasty rulers who had come back to his senses muttered to himself.
His eyes were filled with shock.
Chu Lang had just broken through to the