Peng Xiu staggered, her body screaming from the strain of unleashing her corrupted core. But her eyes gleamed with triumph. She had landed a blow. She had pierced the legend.
"You will die like our father," she hissed, her voice venomous. "I will slaughter you and rip your core out with my own hands. And when I am done with you, I will tear that bastard child to pieces." Her smile twisted into something grotesque.
Xiang Yu scoffed. The fact that she thought she had won was pathetic. With chilling calm, he gripped the blade and slowly pulled it from his body. Blood dripped, but his expression remained untouched. Then, his aura shifted.
A blood-red glow surged around him, divine power finally unleashed. The air thickened, the ground trembled.
Peng Xiu, who had just tasted victory, took a step back. Her smile faltered.
And fear crept into her eyes. A hush fell, not of peace, but of dread, as the air thickened with a pressure that bent the knees of mortals and immortals alike.
