Xu Hao had already secretly gathered his strength, preparing for defense.
Long Chen, holding the Dragon God Sword, stepped toward Xu Hao with deliberate strides.
With each step forward, the sword light rippled out in waves, the killing aura growing more and more intense.
It was like an ancient sacred mountain pressing down, collapsing Xu Hao's psychological defenses with each advancing step.
Xu Hao's face turned pale, his forehead beaded with dense sweat.
As the distance closed, Xu Hao could no longer bear the terrifying pressure.
"You, give it to me."
He shouted furiously as he madly rushed toward Long Chen.
Long Chen, without a word, raised his sword, and with an unadorned stroke, he slashed down.
With that cut, Xu Hao's body was cleaved in two.
But not a single drop of blood seeped out.
It wasn't because Xu Hao had truly cultivated an Undying Body, but rather because the sword was too sharp, too quick, that the blood hadn't time to flow out.
