In an instant, a full-powered slash was launched.
Seeing Stark move, Thrall halted in his tracks.
But he was still too late.
Swish!
The black blade cut through his palm, and half of the palm was removed in an instant.
Ah!
A scream echoed in this world.
Thrall held his broken palm; the other half was still lying on the ground.
The blood on the sword had been absorbed, and the lines on the sword were no longer blank.
Instead, it was a bright red.
Looking at the bright red pattern, Stark was also surprised.
He did not expect the sword to absorb blood for its nourishment.
The tip of the sword pointed at Thrall.
He said, "Didn't you ask for my sword just now?
"Do you dare to take it if I give it to you!"
Then he squatted down and looked at Thrall, who was holding his broken palm.
He handed over the Doomsday Judgement in his hand.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! I'm going to kill you!"
