"Boom!"
The Heaven-Devouring Demon Emperor, already having lost half of its body, had another part of its Heavenly Demon True Body frozen and shattered.
"Heaven-Devouring, meet your death!"
Accompanied by a burst of cold shouting, the piercing Sword Qi of frost that impaled the body of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Emperor didn't falter for a moment. With a swift spin, this time it directly aimed for the demon emperor's head and whooshed towards it.
Wherever the sword light passed, a thousand miles would freeze over, and even the Void itself seemed to solidify from the chilling aura contained within the sword, forming a tangible staircase of ice and snow.
"Leng Qingqiu!"
The Heaven-Devouring Demon Emperor roared in unwillingness.
To die at the hands of Alkaid signified a simple disparity in skill, but to be killed by Leng Qingqiu—a "weakling" who not long ago could be strung along like a dog...
It couldn't accept it!
"Swoosh!"
