Black Death Prince floated about fifty meters in the air. He had been dead for too long and had clearly failed to keep up with the times, actually thinking that height was safe while constantly fanning his wings.
In modern society, never mind ordinary humans who could fly—there were plenty who could jump straight up and reach over fifty meters.
Clearly, he was a relic of a bygone age. Another major change was that nowadays, people liked to say auspicious things while chopping someone up.
"May you have smooth sailing, may two dragons soar, may three goats bring prosperity, may fortune come in all four seasons, may five blessings come to your door, may all go smoothly, may seven stars shine upon you, may wealth come from all directions, may hearts be united for nine generations, and may everything be perfect!" Su Ming instantly flew before him and unleashed a set of New Year's Greeting Swordplay on that head with two short round horns, which looked a little like a Hannya mask.
The Lightsaber cut through space with terrifying power and radiance. Crescent-shaped sword lights passed through the enemy's body and shattered the moon on the horizon.
Due to the effects of Force Choke, the Hell Lord's body could only remain suspended in midair, forced to take all ten slashes head-on.
"Job done."
Deathstroke landed smoothly, the Lightsaber retracting into his palm. He turned around without looking at the motionless enemy in the sky.
The next second, a violent explosion erupted. The monster as enormous as a Dragon exploded into pieces amid multicolored light, and black powder drifted through the sky.
The entire Hell fell silent. Before, one could sense malice and gloom here, but with the lord dead once more, it instantly lost its "life," seeming utterly soulless.
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