Chapter 223: I Play Wild
Words to this point, his words came to an abrupt halt, for Chen Jue's movement was faster than his words.
I saw Chen Jue's wrist flip, that Sword of Destruction already in hand.
Sword light like a dragon, tearing through the air, carrying the might to destroy everything, instantly pierced through Iron Fist's chest.
Iron Fist's eyes widened, looking at the person before him with utter disbelief and horror.
He had not expected that the person before him would actually dare to kill him...
The reason he dared to come relied entirely on the other party being new to the field.
Naively thinking that merely with a few words of intimidation, he could easily hand over that exceptionally fair and beautiful little beauty.
"If you can't speak, shut up forever!"
The corners of Chen Jue's mouth hooked into a disdainful smile, disdain flashing in his eyes.
Yet, Iron Fist's response was not the fear anticipated; he responded with a cold sneer as well, his voice low and full of provocation.
"Your Martial Soul is quite good, but this armor of mine is forged from the hardest iron, and ordinary Martial Souls simply cannot penetrate it."
"Yet... do you think a single blade can stab me to death?"
"I've lost count of how many times I've been stabbed, you doing this is just like scratching an itch..."
Before his voice faded, an indescribable, surging power suddenly surged within Iron Fist's body, unstoppable.
"This is..."
Yet in a flash, Iron Fist's body suddenly stiffened, the light in his eyes drastically dimming, and finally he collapsed limply to the ground, his vitality fading rapidly like shifting sands.
In the air, only Chen Jue's faint, slightly mocking whisper remained.
"Scratching an itch? The price for your itch-scratching is quite