"What is this move called?"
Emperor Luo hovered in mid-air, drops of blood oozing from his body, each drop immensely dense, almost weighing a thousand pounds. When they hit the ground, they pierced hundreds of meters deep, extraordinarily terrifying.
"Burial Sword!"
Chu Ming's face was calm. The Burial Sword was almost his ultimate secret move, one sword to bury a person, five swords to bury the land, burying heaven and earth, an absolute kill within a thousand miles.
The primordial power within Emperor Luo tried to heal the wounds, but the moment they closed, they were shattered by the ravaging Secrets of Slaughter pouring in.
"What a fine move, the Burial Sword. We shall meet again in the battle for kingship!"
Emperor Luo took a deep breath and spoke slowly. Then, without looking back, he plunged into the space ahead, where turbulent spatial currents roamed and quickly healed.
Whoosh!
