The path of slaughter was another path of extremity, even more extreme than the path of the sword. One transformed through killing, and none who walked the path of slaughter were weak.
Leng Shang stepped onto the platform, and the entire venue fell silent. This was the respect everyone held for a strong man. Leng Shang was absolutely one of the strongest contenders for the top three. He possessed the strength and prestige of the top three as well, admired by tens of thousands.
In his battle with Yin Ruoshi just now, she had nearly lost to him. In the end, she had only barely won by relying on a slight advantage.
With his appearance, the atmosphere all around immediately grew heavy. The undisguised killing intent on his body made countless people feel as though they had fallen into icy water, their entire bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Standing on the platform, Leng Shang drew the Blood Sword hanging at his waist. His cold eyes fixed on Zhao Fu, holding neither fear nor apprehension toward him. He even looked as though he wanted to kill Zhao Fu, his attitude carrying a trace of arrogance.
Clang!
Without a word, Leng Shang launched his attack. He raised the sword in his hand and slashed fiercely at Zhao Fu. A streak of blood-red sword light instantly shot forth, cleaving toward Zhao Fu with the force to split apart everything in its path.
Bang!
At that instant, Zhao Fu's Emperor Domain emerged once more. Yet in a single moment, the Emperor Domain was actually cut open by one slash. Zhao Fu's eyes widened in surprise. He shifted his body aside, evading the sword light that had sliced into the Emperor Domain. A sword mark two fingers wide yet incredibly deep was left in the ground.
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