"That is..."
"Law Sword: Purple Sky!"
Cangwu shouted low, and that streak of violet light crossed a hundred zhang of Void in an instant—like racing thunder, like lightning—arriving in the blink of an eye.
Sui Xin had not even finished raising his sword to block when the violet light slashed across his waist.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Sui Xin lowered his head and looked at his abdomen.
His robe split apart soundlessly, a hair-thin wound cutting straight across his waist. No blood flowed.
Because along the edges of that wound, Sword Dao Law was madly eroding his flesh, bones, and meridians, grinding away the life within him inch by inch.
"Ah!!!"
At last, he let out his first scream since entering the battlefield.
The cry was incomparably shrill, echoing through the Sky Vault.
Driven backward by that strike, his entire body crashed through several floating meteorites before finally slamming into a ruined mountain peak, blasting out an enormous crater.
Shattered stones flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.
The cultivators watching below were dead silent.
Some covered their mouths, some clenched their fists, and some turned their heads away, unable to bear watching any longer.
That was Sui Xin the Sword Fanatic, a Quasi-Saint powerhouse famed throughout the Eastern Region for a thousand years—yet he had been reduced to such a state in a single move.
The dust slowly dispersed.
Sui Xin slid down from the crater and fell to one knee.
His Longhatred Sword had broken into two pieces. One half lay fallen in the dust; the other remained clutched in his hand.
The wound around his waist still had not healed. Instead, it continued widening, violet-black Sword Dao Law spreading upward and downward like a living thing, devouring his body and cultivation.
"I..."
He opened