Yue Yihuo's divine soul, in an instant, detached from his shell.
"He" saw his arch-enemy Zhang Yuan and then saw himself standing motionless on the spot.
This self held a Profound Soldier in the right hand, with the left forming a sword pointing gesture. The energy surging from his body made his attire flutter loudly, revealing the might of a Tier Six strongman.
Yet, there was a slender blood mark on Yue Yihuo's forehead.
Trickles of crimson blood seeped from the wound.
His eyes were filled with bewilderment and shock!
A strong and intense resentment surged in the depths of Yue Yihuo's divine soul.
He possessed shocking Tier Six cultivation, mastered high-tier Profound Soldiers and superior swordsmanship, with many killing move techniques.
Yet, without striking even a single sword, he had fallen on the spot!
How could Yue Yihuo be reconciled?
He didn't even know how he had died!
