Gale Cross Slash!
This was the Ghost Swordsman's newly mastered move, also his last trump card.
He believed that under this slash, Wang Hao certainly had no chance of survival.
Wang Hao's pupils slightly constricted, shooting a sharp glint straight at the center of the black vortex.
Soon, he had locked onto the figure of the Ghost Swordsman.
Without any hesitation, Wang Hao fiercely boosted his True Yuan, allowing his internal Spiritual Power to surge like converging rivers into the sea, continuously pouring into the Seven-Star God Sword.
"Roar!"
The Seven-Star God Sword, like an awakening Flood Dragon, let out a soul-capturing dragon's roar and charged into the black vortex with bared teeth and claws.
"Boom!"
Thunder roared, the deafening explosion echoed through the heavens.
"Pfft!"
The Ghost Swordsman spat out a mouthful of fresh blood in midair and crashed out in a sorry state.
