Pitch-black Armament Haki flowed like ink over the blade, which gave off a low hum.
"What?!" The Corrupt King tried to pull his broadsword back, only to find that the blade would not budge, as though it had taken root in Lin Xuan's hand.
Slash-!
Without the slightest hesitation, Demon Sword Murakumo swept out horizontally!
The Corrupt King roared, coating his entire body in Armament Haki as he tried to withstand the blow head-on.
He trusted the toughness of his flesh.
But he was wrong.
Lin Xuan's slash was beyond anything he could imagine.
The instant the blade met the Corrupt King's Haki, it tore effortlessly through his defenses without slowing in the slightest.
"Aaagh-!"
The Corrupt King screamed as a wound deep enough to expose bone instantly cut diagonally down from his chest, blood gushing out like a fountain.
An immense force hurled his body backward like a rag doll, sending him crashing into the cage behind him with a thunderous bang.
In a single exchange, the Corrupt King had fallen!
Lin Xuan's gaze was icy. He slowly drew back his sword, his eyes passing over the Corrupt King, who had been blasted away, before turning to the deathly pale Big Drink Barrel.
"Next... who's it going to be?"
He murmured softly, as though asking a question, yet also as though passing judgment.
His voice plunged all of Infinite Hell into deathly silence. Every legendary prisoner felt a shudder run through them.
That monstrous figure did not pursue. He simply stood quietly where he was, not even a ripple visible in his golden eyes, as though he had merely swatted a fly.
Such utter disregard, felt deep in his bones, inflamed Shiryu's reason more than any taunt could.
The stiffness born of fear was instantly replaced by fury.
He,