SWEESH!
With an emotionless expression, Xiao Ming swung the dark sword fiercely through the void. Despite his energy being nearly sapped dry, the blade released a brilliant, icicle-like golden beam that sliced through the air with a chilling precision.
ARGH!
BOOM!
As his roar faded, the targeted region crumbled into dust, obliterated by the sheer force of the strike. Xiao Ming knew this swing represented the peak of his current power.
He was certain that even if he were to face Yan Wu again, this single strike could claim the bastard's life a million times over. Yet, despite the devastating display, Xiao Ming's expression remained grim.
The energy expended in the seemingly casual swing was unimaginable, leaving him barely able to stand. His legs trembled under the strain, and his breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to maintain his footing.
