With less than thirty feet between them, coupled with the shock brought by White-Haired Su Shi'er's sudden appearance.
Zong Lu felt a trace of panic. Though he swiftly changed his move at once, turning offense into defense.
His move was fast, but Su Shi'er was faster.
Sensing the thick killing intent radiating from Su Shi'er, Zong Lu's pupils contracted. His heart began racing as he instantly realized the situation was dire!!!
This is bad. Su Shi'er has countless methods, and his strength is astonishing. If I fight him head-on, I may not be his match.
The thought flashed through his mind, and Zong Lu became even more determined to flee.
But before he could act, Su Shi'er steadied himself and pointed forward with two fingers. The Dustless Sword tore through the air toward him.
The fierce sword strike had clearly been brewing for some time. It smashed through everything in its path, piercing through his body from behind with the speed of thunder before one could cover one's ears.
"You... I... This... How is this possible?"
Zong Lu's body trembled slightly, disbelief written across his face. Looking down, he saw a glaring hole punched straight through his abdomen.
Blood gushed out in streams, like a spring bursting forth.
Before he could even activate it, the Golden Core within him was knocked out by that sword strike and landed in Su Shi'er's hand.
Without his Golden Core, the Evil Yuan and Demonic Qi in his body scattered completely, while his life force began draining away madly.
In the blink of an eye, Zong Lu's consciousness grew hazy.
At death's door, his attention shifted from Su Shi'er to the Shadow Sword in his hand.
Four scar-like cracks ran across the blade, each emitting dark green evil energy. They had also greatly affected