SWISH!
Hong Qiao's body instantly left an afterimage as he reappeared right in front of Su Yu.
He gripped the nine-inch-wide heavy broadsword with both hands, his Qi and Blood surging into his arms as he brought it down ruthlessly toward Su Yu's head!
The sword flashed, its cold gleam like a cascading river of stars, accompanied by a terrifying sonic boom that tore through the air.
This was no ordinary strike. The cold light was clearly a manifestation of a powerful aura, one that could make a person's heart tremble in an instant, making it impossible to escape.
If an ordinary Flesh Refining Realm Martial Artist were to face this attack, they would likely lose even the courage to raise their blade to block and be instantly cleaved in two!
However, faced with such a killing blow, Su Yu's eyes were as deep and still as an ancient well, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
