All gods, buddhas, and immortals are but one sword strike away!
This was the truest portrayal of Lin Mu's sword.
Everyone was deeply shocked by this strike, and they all feared its power.
"Hrrk... hrrk..."
Xing Zirong stood in mid-air, his mouth agape as if to speak.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, torrents of fresh blood gushed out.
A look of terror flashed in Xing Zirong's eyes as he reached to cover his mouth with his hand.
But the moment he lifted his hand, his head suddenly fell from his neck, crashing into Hongfeng Lake.
The lake water rippled out, dyed a deep crimson.
Looking at the headless corpse suspended in the air, still clutching a broken battle-ax, everyone was utterly shocked.
Lin Wudi's sword actually beheaded Xing Zirong? The dance of Xing Tian? Isn't this it?
"Xing Zirong is dead?!"
"Good heavens, the tenth-ranked Xing Zirong of the Heavenly Ranking is dead! The Martial Arts World is going to go insane!"
"Lin Wudi... so this is Lin Wudi!"
