"Haha!"
"Hahaha..."
At the sight, the Seven Kill Sword Lord suddenly burst into wild laughter, as though he had gone mad.
He had enough strength left for one more strike.
That strike would decide whether he lived or died.
Whether he could advance the immortal path, whether the Seven Kill Dynasty would be utterly destroyed, whether his many descendants, his master's many descendants, and everything he held dear would continue to exist in this world—all of it hung in the balance.
Everything would depend on this one strike of his.
How interesting would that be?
"Haha!"
"Your Majesty,"
"Watch this old man's final strike. After millions of years practicing the sword, I ought to have a little talent left to show this world. Watch."
The Seven Kill Sword Lord's smile faded. Calmly, he unleashed his final strike.
Clang!
The Seven-Kill Sword left its sheath.
The instant the flying sword forged from a skull was drawn, his entire body crumbled to ash.
Only a bone sword, white as jade, remained where he had stood.
The bone sword gleamed brilliant white. Boundless bloodlight descended upon it from the Seven-Kill Constellation overhead, bearing the Seven Kill Sword Lord's heaven-defying killing intent as it locked firmly onto his monarch: the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal Maiden, radiant within the Law-Annihilation Great Dao!
"This strike,"
"is called Seven Killings Trample Purple Tenuity Starfield—Annihilation Formation Rhapsody!"
The Seven Kill Sword Lord's aged voice rang through heaven and earth in a frenzied roar.
Zheng!
Zheng, zheng!
The music of a guzheng rose through the stars, its rhythm growing faster and faster. Then came the pounding of great drums—unmistakably war drums. This was music of slaughter on the battlefield, hot-blooded and stirring, accompanied by countless battle cries, clashing weapons, and shrieks of agony. It was music born from