"Hmph, Miyamon Kai, these trinkets aren't worth my time—they're all you've got?"
Wang Hao snorted in anger, the Seven-Star God Sword in his hands shone brilliantly, emitting a blinding light.
"Swoosh!"
The sword's radiance, like a Flood Dragon emerging from the sea, tore through Miyamon Kai's undead flames and pounced with bared fangs and claws.
Miyamon Kai, seeing his carefully prepared undead flames so easily shattered by Wang Hao, was utterly shocked, his eyes almost splitting with rage.
"Oh no, no, no…"
"Swoosh!"
The sword struck, shaking the earth!
In an instant, Miyamon Kai's entire body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, landing harshly.
Just as he tried to rise, he felt a sweetness in his throat and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wang Hao stood with his sword, approaching him step by step like the God of Death.
Miyamon Kai's eyes were wide with anger as he clenched his teeth, fixating on Wang Hao's advancing steps.
