That was right. Luomon had guessed correctly—Little Ao Shu's method was just that brutal.
The sharp arrow gleamed with golden light and crackled with Thunder as it aimed at Little Ao Shu's fair neck.
Under Luomon's watchful gaze, Little Ao Shu drove the arrow toward her own throat.
The expected sight of blood spurting forth never appeared.
The arrow Luomon had condensed with Divine Power at the cost of Skill Cost uses shattered into fragments of Divine Power the instant it touched Little Ao Shu's neck, dispersing into the air.
What was a Dimensional Strike? Little Ao Shu's move was exactly that! Only then did Luomon understand why she had told him to leave. It was not that she Looked Down On his strength, nor was she arrogant. She was simply that damn strong.
After all, the neck was one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. Whether struck by a blunt weapon or pierced by something sharp, it could suffer fatal damage.
What Little Ao Shu had done was equivalent to using the weakest point of her defense power to challenge Luomon's most powerful attack.
Not only was Little Ao Shu unharmed, but Luomon had also suffered a certain degree of backlash. How was that even fair?
If one asked whether Luomon had weathered great storms in his life, encountered opponents stronger than himself, and turned the tables to kill them—
Of course he had. Absolutely.
For an ordinary man to reach this point and achieve what he had, Luomon could not possibly be someone without a story.
Unfortunately, all those past experiences and all the lessons he had gained through relentless battles seemed utterly useless today.
"I told you already. You are not strong enough to stop me from leaving. Your appearance here today was a