"Myriad Swords Return as One!"
Qian Chongling's words were as soft as a whisper, yet they reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity.
That faint, threadlike voice filled everyone with the terror of plummeting into an abyss.
Gripping the sword with both hands, Qian Chongling slashed forward.
Whoosh!!!
In this small grove, Lin Di distinctly felt an unnatural gust sweep across his body as Qian Chongling swung his sword.
Then...
Lin Di looked down at his body. Apart from the breeze brushing over him, nothing else seemed to have happened. He certainly wasn't injured.
"Kekeke, what are you playing at? You think a move like that can deal with Sea God Island's high priest? Has your brain short-circuited?"
Hiss.
The chaos-colored divine radiance on the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword faded, and Qian Chongling put the reasonably well-made sword back into his Soul Tool.
"Didn't you hear it?"
Qian Chongling grinned. "The agony of a body being slashed into a bloody mist, and the mournful dirge of life slipping away."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
The wind gradually began to howl, its sound growing piercing.
Then Tang Xuanwei heard a rustling sound, as though...
A gale were blowing through "dust and sand."
Tang Xuanwei's pupils slowly dilated as an utterly horrifying sight unfolded before her.
After Qian Chongling finished speaking, the Level 98 Glory Douluo, Lin Di, stood utterly motionless, as if struck by a paralysis spell.
His body was disappearing, bit by bit.
Under the gentle breeze, his body turned into minuscule red-and-white motes of light and drifted away on the wind.
There were no screams, no blood, no broken bones-nothing at all. It was as though he had vanished into thin air.
Lin Di, the Level 98 Peak Douluo in whom Tang Xuanwei had placed such great hopes, disappeared just like that.