Tenth move: Jin Wuhao’s sword stabbed straight forward, golden light condensing into a ball of dazzling light at the tip of the sword. Zi’er deflected the sword force to her side with her longsword, and the ball of light exploded on the distant cliff, creating a huge hole and filling the sky with smoke and dust.
On the twelfth move, Jin Wuhao’s sword suddenly changed direction, slashing upwards from an extremely difficult angle, trying to pierce Zi’er’s heart from under her armpit.
This sword attack was fast and merciless, with an extremely difficult angle; this was clearly one of Jin Wuhao’s most treasured techniques.
But Zi’er only turned her wrist slightly, and the purple long sword, like a snake, stuck to Jin Wuhao’s sword. With a strong pull, Jin Wuhao’s sword attack was blown away, hitting empty air. His body leaned forward slightly due to excessive force, revealing a momentary gap.
Thirteenth round.
Zi’er suddenly switched from defense to attack.
His purple longsword penetrated Jin Wuhao’s dense sword net in an instant from an extremely difficult angle, like a soundless bolt of lightning, aiming straight for his throat.
That sword attack was several times faster than his previous moves, with extremely tricky angles and perfect timing, as if the only flaw in Jin Wuhao’s attack had been calculated the moment he executed his move.
Jin Wuhao’s pupils suddenly narrowed to the size of a needle point.
He wanted to return to defensive position, but it was too late.
The sword was too fast, the angle was too sharp, and the timing was too perfect, as if it had exceeded the limits of time, piercing his throat before he even realized the danger.
The tip of the purple sword pierced his throat.
The bullet penetrated the front of the throat and exited the back, leaving behind a wisp of golden blood.
The Daoist power contained in the tip of the sword crashed into his body like a tidal wave, destroying the meridians and blood vessels in his throat and extinguishing all life force in an instant.
Golden blood spurted from the wound, splashing onto Zi’er’s clothes and leaving dark gold stains on the purple cloth.
Jin Wuhao’s body suddenly stiffened, and the golden holy sword in his hand fell to the ground with a sharp clank. The sacred runes on the sword instantly extinguished, as if it had lost its owner’s soul.
His eyes were wide open, disbelief shining in his golden pupils. His lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat had been pierced, and he couldn’t make a sound. Only golden blood continued to spurt from the corner of his mouth.
He tried to raise his hand to grab the sword that was piercing his throat, but his hand lost strength halfway and fell limply to the ground.
His body slowly fell backwards, hitting the ground and raising a cloud of dust.
Golden blood spurted from the wounds and from the mouth and nose, spreading across the scorched ground and forming a pool of dark golden blood.
The Great Luo Immortal Lord, the God Emperor of the 20th heaven, Jin Wuhao, died under Zi’er’s sword.
The valley was dead silent.
The silence felt more eerie than before; even the wind seemed to stop, and everyone’s breathing stopped suddenly at that moment.
The kneeling devil cultivators, the surviving divine cultivators, and the elders standing in the distance—all their eyes fell on the golden corpse lying on the ground, their faces filled with shock and fear.
Their god, the arrogant God Emperor, the Great Golden Immortal, was actually killed by a single sword slash.
The creature that ruled the twenty heavens for tens of thousands of years, died just like that?
No one can believe it, but the facts are undeniable.
The corpse lying on the ground did not lie, the golden blood that splattered did not lie, and the golden holy sword that had fallen to the ground and lost its luster did not lie.
Jin Wuhao had truly died.
David stood behind the doorway of the main hall, his purple eyes filled with complex emotions.
He saw Jin Wuhao fall, saw the golden holy sword roll to the side, and saw golden blood spread across the scorched ground.
But he felt no excitement, only a sudden surge of urgency.
He stepped forward suddenly, his voice urgent: “Zi’er! Give him a chance to breathe!”
But by the time he finished speaking, it was too late.
Zi’er’s sword had pierced Jin Wuhao’s throat, and the Daoist power revolving around the sword had destroyed all the life force within him.
After losing his soul, the Great Luo Golden Immortal’s body began to develop fine cracks, like dry soil. Cracks spread from the wound throughout the body, producing soft cracking sounds.
FAQ Novel
Q: Who are the main combatants in this chapter segment?
A: The chapter segment focuses on a battle between Jin Wuhao and Zi’er.
Q: What is David’s assessment of Zi’er’s strategy?
A: David believes Zi’er is waiting for Jin Wuhao to reveal true weaknesses and hidden trump cards, implying Zi’er is not yet fighting at full capacity.
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