If Xu Zimo's power was a vast ocean—
Boundless and endless.
Then San's power was like a single drop within it.
So utterly insignificant.
So vulnerable to a single blow.
Thus, when San tried to seize control of the broadsword, Xu Zimo's terrifying power directly drowned him.
San's eyes bulged wide, as though he had suffered immense terror in the instant before death.
The broadsword pierced straight through his entire chest.
It nailed him to the spot on the spot.
He had likely never imagined that the weapon which had accompanied him for most of his life would become the very thing that killed him in the end.
He stood there stiffly, half his body pinned to the ground by the broadsword.
The sight was so horrifying.
That the previously bustling crowd instantly fell silent as cicadas in winter.
No one had expected things to end this way.
San had seemed certain of victory, yet he had died so easily.
"Ants sure do talk a lot," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.
He had clearly been someone who could be killed in a single move, yet he insisted on adding so much drama for himself.
In the end, he was nothing more than a clown jumping on a beam.
At this moment, Xu Zimo walked step by step past San's corpse.
Blood still dripped from the body, pattering down and almost stretching into a straight line.
Beside him, Jiang Rui's expression changed drastically.
After all, he had made no effort to conceal the matter of ordering San just now.
Everyone present had heard it loud and clear.
He had never expected so much trouble in the first place.
But now that San was dead and Xu Zimo was walking toward him step by step—
Jiang Rui panicked as well.
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