Yun Che struck the moment he said he would, without the slightest hesitation.
He pressed one hand down. Thunder churned across the sky, and two Thunder Emperor Swords wreathed in All Things Ash plunged rapidly downward.
"Yun Che, you're not a player! You can't kill me, or you'll definitely regret it!"
Zhu Qi stared viciously at Yun Che nearby, trying to find one last chance to survive.
Yet Yun Che had no intention of stopping. He had finally caught the man; even if the sky fell, he would kill him on the spot.
"Very well! Don't think killing me will be the end of this. I'll be waiting for you in hell."
Qi Tianjun stood silently beside him. To keep Yun Che from stealing his belongings without his noticing, he had not brought a single lifesaving item.
After all, this should have been a sure thing no matter how they looked at it. With a ninety-nine percent chance of success, their setup should have been impossible to break.
But despite all their calculations, they had still underestimated Yun Che's trump card. No one had expected him to be able to summon an Ancient God Clone!
Qi Tianjun sighed softly, then chuckled. "Yun Che, you won."
Boom!
The two enormous Thunder Emperor Swords crashed down, piercing both men's bodies squarely. Terrifying All Things Ash and lightning exploded outward, and the violent energy instantly swallowed and tore apart Zhu Qi's and Qi Tianjun's bodies. Divine blood and shredded flesh splattered in every direction amid the roaring thunder, staining the Void Post Station below red.
The two players, who should have reached the pinnacle and established great dominions, ultimately turned to ash within that destructive power. A few wisps of their souls struggled briefly in the turbulent energy before dissipating completely between heaven