(Second update)
Without a doubt, Caesar was a once-in-a-century genius. At such a young age, he had already reached the rank of a Spirit Emperor in his sixties, and judging by the looks of it, he had used some method to obtain a strange power. The killing aura rushing toward him made Yang Ming's eyes light up.
But that was all it did—make his eyes light up.
His right hand tightened around the hilt as he slowly drew the Mysterious Sword. The sinister divine sword, covered in strange inscriptions, reflected Yang Ming's somewhat cold face upon its blade.
Electricity flickered in his empty eyes. No matter how fast Caesar moved, he could not escape the tracking of the Rinnegan. Every trace of his movements was laid bare before Yang Ming.
The corners of Yang Ming's lips curled into a subtle arc as the sword techniques he had learned throughout his life were revealed before the world for the first time.
Fast!
Fast beyond the conventional meaning of the word!
After slaughtering countless vicious criminals in Slaughter City and absorbing endless killing aura, the Mysterious Sword had long begun advancing toward the level of a Divine Artifact. It was even stronger than ordinary Divine Artifacts, for it was a Divine Artifact of slaughter, possessing an attack speed capable of rivaling gods and the ultimate sharpness to sever every obstacle before it!
Light!
Sword light sharp enough to pierce people's eyes!
"You insolent brat, how dare you!"
When Qian Daoliu realized something was wrong and wanted to use his incredible flight speed to save Caesar, it was already too late!
"Screech!"
A terrifying sword mark slid down from Caesar's forehead, splitting him directly into two halves!
No matter how great his talent was, no matter how bizarre the abilities of his hidden