The bundle of cloth flew apart beneath the blade, its scraps fluttering through the air. Even the solid floor was cleaved to pieces.
"Aah..."
An utterly harrowing scream rang out, shaking the soul...
Wisps of gray mist, barely visible to the naked eye, rose into the air. A figure as faint as a phantom appeared above the bundle of cloth, vaguely resembling the Tomb God Emperor Ner'zhul. It was Ner'zhul's soul, on the verge of dissipating!
Even though Ner'zhul's soul was so faint and indistinct that it was difficult to make out, Arthas could still sense his unwillingness, fury, venomous hatred, and curses.
As the mighty emperor of the Divine Tomb Empire, the first Lich King, and the founder of the Calamity Dao-not its original founder in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, but the first in the Pangu World, where he had comprehended it on his own-Ner'zhul had imagined countless possible endings. Never had he expected to die so unexpectedly, so humiliatingly!
Being easily slain by Arthas while shrouded beneath Heaven's Veil was the first surprise.
Arthas had preferred to destroy the Light-Dark Divine City and had been cautious enough to leave no object unchecked. He had actually found Ner'zhul's Life-Binding Object, something ordinary people would have ignored-a tattered bundle of cloth. That was the second surprise.
Ner'zhul had not even had time to beg for mercy or explain himself before Arthas decisively cut him down. That was the third surprise.
Ner'zhul had said earlier that without his instruction in the Calamity Dao, Arthas could forget about ever reaching the end of the Great Dao; even condensing a Dao fruit would be difficult. Admittedly, those words contained some intimidation, deception, and exaggeration. But without Ner'zhul's teachings, Arthas would certainly have to take many more detours and pay far greater prices