"Meeting me, Wang Hao, anything is possible!"
The word "can" was still spinning on the tip of his tongue when all of a sudden, Wang Hao, with his Condensing Water Sword, slashed towards Miyamon Kai.
"Pffft!"
Miyamon Kai tried to block, but after just a brief encounter, his body flew backward like a kite with its string cut.
"Splash!"
The sound of falling into the water rang out, and the just now spirited Miyamon Kai had become a drowned rat.
Before he could get up again, a cold, shining sword was already lying across his neck.
"You lost!"
Miyamon Kai's face was ashen. He looked at the Seven-Star Sword in Wang Hao's hand and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I lost!"
After speaking, he gently closed his eyes, waiting for the embrace of the God of Death.
However, Wang Hao did not thrust the sword down.
"Return to Dongying, and like your master Miyamon burial, never set foot in Huaxia again for the rest of your life!"
