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He took a step forward. As his foot struck the ground, a dull boom like an evening bell suddenly erupted, heavily pounding the hearts of the agitated crowd around him and making countless hearts seize.

The entire world seemed to fall completely silent. The constant clamor was gone, as though the only thing left in the world was the axe in Lu Ren's hand descending from the heavens.

Fang Ling let out hoarse, rasping sounds. She desperately tried to move her body, but Lu Ren's immense spiritual pressure seemed to bypass City of Phantoms' suppressive rules at that moment, locking onto her Essence, Qi, and Spirit with his aura.

She could neither dodge nor flee!

She could only take this axe head-on. If she turned and fled, she would only hasten her death.

Suddenly, her intense desire to survive made her raise the longsword in her hand and thrust it horizontally forward, trying to block the Mountain-Splitting Giant Axe that bore down with the force of Mount Tai.

Screech!

The longsword was knocked flying by Lu Ren's Giant Axe. Fang Ling was cleanly cleaved in two from head to toe. Her body remained motionless, her face filled with despair but faintly carrying a hint of relief. Her increasingly bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Lu Ren.

She reached out, trying to hold back Lu Ren's descending axe, but just as she moved, a bloody vertical line slowly seeped out from the middle of her body. The next second, her two halves slid apart and crashed to the ground.

Lu Ren slowly withdrew the Heaven Splitting Axe. With a light flick of his wrist, the axe trembled softly. A deep hum rang out, and the blood on its blade shook loose in droplets, leaving no stain behind.

"Xiang Zhi!"

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