A Man Like None Other Chapter 6872 Cultivation Totally Destroyed
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- A swift and silent blade strikes a fleeing target.
- A devastating injury leads to a painful fall.
- An imposing figure approaches the fallen adversary.
He slowly raised his finger and gently stroked the figure, his movements slow and unhurried, as if he was doing something unimportant.
A condensed beam of purplish-gray sword light, as thin as a hair, and no more than three feet long, emerged from the fingertips.
The sword light was silent and traceless, piercing through the void as easily as through thin paper. The sword struck after the opponent but arrived first, directly hitting the fleeing Crimson Sun Venerable’s knee without the slightest deviation.
*Hisses*
There was a faint slashing sound, almost inaudible, but clearly heard by every cultivator.
Crimson Sun Venerable’s figure suddenly froze, and then an extremely shrill scream echoed throughout the rift valley, causing rock fragments to fall and rivers of lava to overflow endlessly.
Both of his lower limbs were neatly and evenly severed at the knee, the wound was as smooth as a mirror, without blood or flesh, but caused a fatal wound.
Golden red divine blood gushed out like a fountain, spreading across the sky and rising as a thin blood mist in the scorching air, instantly filling the entire rift valley with a pungent smell of blood.
He lost his balance and fell to the bottom of the ravine like a bird with broken wings, crashing heavily into the protruding dark red rock wall.
His bones cracked and shattered, but his screams continued unceasingly, filled with immense pain and terror.
David descended slowly, his gray robe fluttering in the hot air, as if climbing an invisible ladder leading to the cliff where the Red Sun Venerable fell.
His footsteps were steady and calm. With each step, the surrounding chaotic energy would disperse slightly, completely isolating the surrounding heat and debris.
He looked at the Divine Blood Refining Sect Master, who was covered in blood, with both his legs broken at the knees, and in a miserable state. His purple eyes showed no pity, only calm and almost cold indifference.
Where is he?
David spoke, his voice remaining calm and devoid of any emotional fluctuations, but carrying undeniable authority.
The Red Sun Venerable trembled all over, and golden-red divine blood continued to gush out from his severed limbs, rising into the hot air as a thin blood mist. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were empty, and fear had destroyed all his dignity and self-respect.