"Victors become kings, losers become bandits. Right and wrong, merit and fault—victory is sovereign. If you win, you are right. If you lose, you are wrong. I will keep winning." Shi Yuqing raised the blade in his hand, ready to chop off Wei Wufu's head.
Crack!
Shi Yuqing suddenly heard a faint sound, and his expression changed drastically.
A crack had appeared upon the blood-red horizontal eye of the Ghost God Eye formed from the divine soul phantom.
"How is this possible..." Shi Yuqing could hardly believe it. Cracks had actually appeared in the Ghost God Eye he had created by fusing the Rakshasa Ghost God with his laws.
That could mean only one thing: the Ghost God Eye's power had been overdrawn.
Shi Yuqing's gaze swept over the three of them. Their bodies were all trembling violently, as though they were about to break free from the restraints of the Ghost Eye divine light.
The power of all three had made even the Ghost Eye divine light difficult to suppress. Shi Yuqing simply could not believe it. They were only Lower Rank—how could they have reached such a level?
Knowing that his power could not suppress all three of these bizarre people from the Ancient Realm Region at once, Shi Yuqing did not hesitate. He slashed out with his blade, intending to take Wei Wufu's head first.
Wei Wufu's body had yet to break free from the Ghost Eye divine light's restraints. He could only watch helplessly as the Ghost Head Blade slashed toward his neck.
Yet there was not the slightest trace of fear or retreat in Wei Wufu's eyes. Those bright, pure eyes made Shi Yuqing deeply uncomfortable, and he involuntarily put more force into his hand, wanting to kill their owner with a single stroke.
Clang!