Sword-Slaying the Deathless Heavenly King by the River

The white-haired old man suddenly flipped over and plunged headfirst toward the Yangtze River.

Just three inches from the river's surface, a streak of sword light skimmed across the water.

Screech!

His head flew into the air, while his headless corpse crashed into the river.

Blood splashed in every direction.

"Ah..."

Amid a long scream from the riverbank, several fishermen staggered backward at once.

There were still a few people on the street above. The moment they saw this scene, they turned and ran, and within moments, the street was empty...

Blue Demon took a long breath.

The color slowly returned to her face.

With a soft splash from the river ahead, Lin Xiaosu stepped ashore from the water, bringing the headless corpse with him.

The body lay before them, and so did the head.

The white man's eyes were wide open, as if he could not believe it even in death.

Blue Demon lowered her gaze to the ground. "This is the Phantom Shadow Heavenly King?"

"Whether he is or not, you can judge that for yourself," Lin Xiaosu said.

"Yes, I can." Blue Demon said, "There are only a handful of people in the world who could have nearly killed me in one move!"

That was the evidence.

As the Qianlong Heavenly King, the opponents she had always measured herself against were Hydra's Heavenly Kings.

Other than Heavenly Kings, no one had the ability to kill another side's Heavenly King in a single strike.

And tonight, she had come perilously close!

The most dangerous move had, in fact, been when the Phantom Shadow Heavenly King's face split apart.

"Let me ask you something." Blue Demon said, "If you hadn't blocked that attack from his face, what would have happened to me?"

"His Shadow Art kill was originally a