The moment the blood sword slowly left its sheath, a terrifying aura spread in every direction—cold enough to freeze, murderous enough to slaughter all creation.
Everyone felt themselves going rigid, fierce terror rising in their hearts.
It was as though they had come face-to-face with the enemy of all living things.
"Kill!"
Mo Shan roared.
He could no longer bear the mounting pressure and charged first.
Tall as a mountain, his body was made entirely of pitch-black demonic stone. Runes glimmered across it, and a sinister demonic aura seeped from him. He seemed a mountain of the demonic path awakened between heaven and earth, crashing down with savage killing intent as a frenzy of violence swept outward.
Mo Shan had begun to fight for his life.
The slight contraction of Flameflow Imperial Heir's pupils made it clear that Mo Shan was far stronger than usual.
"Mo Shan, you're too weak."
Clang!
Jiang Ding drew his sword and brought it down.
A flash of blood-colored sword light vanished almost as soon as it appeared. It seemed to see through space, karma, and the way of life itself, striking where a living being was most vulnerable.
Mo Shan's mountain-sized body stiffened.
Boom!
His black stone body froze for an instant, then collapsed with a thunderous crash. Countless fragments blasted outward as his aura plunged again and again. In the end, only a head as large as a house fell to the ground. It stared in terror at the blood-robed Daoist before it, his soul trembling without cease.
One strike.
Just one strike.
With one strike, this longtime adversary had beheaded him. He had been no match at all.
Mo Shan recalled their past clashes and battles, and cold sweat poured from him.
"You're much weaker than Sinking Mountain King, even at your