[Bonus chapter for 200 golden tickets last month. Sorry about that guys, I forgot to upload those bonus chapters back then. I still owe you all one more because you actually reached 300 golden tickets]
The battle was over in moments.
Dyon's scythe made Alidor's buddha's rage feel as though it was never there to begin with – slicing through them with an eerie ease. Alidor simply stood no chance.
Not only was his energy cultivation lower than Dyon's, his stamina was entirely too low and his ethereal permeation seemed to have no answer for Dyon's death will.
Death qi was like erosion incarnate. Techniques, energy, wills… All of them seemed to wither before it and disappear. There was no purification like celestial will… There was no shattering like ethereal permeation… There was only an inevitable end to a short beginning.
Alidor's body withered as Dyon clenched his throat tightly.