The sword light, like starlight, was so beautiful that even the frenzied man across from him quieted down, staring blankly at the sword slashing toward him.
One Sword to Transcend, an absolute killer move, but also an absolute Spiritual Power consumer. This one strike had virtually drained the Spiritual Power from Ye Ling's two Divine Infants, instantly sapping them dry.
Immediately after, the desiccated Divine Infants spun crazily, devouring the Spiritual Power between heaven and earth, frantically replenishing themselves.
Whoosh, Ye Ling's body swept past, flying by the obsessed warrior beside him, holding his sword and standing tall. The warrior, still standing there stunned, let out a wan smile before crashing to the ground with a thunderous sound.
Dead, completely dead. With one sword strike, Ye Ling had taken advantage of the attacking palm from behind to kill an unimaginably terrifying being with the force of a thunderbolt.
