1095 You Can’t Imagine My Past (2)

However, it still neutralized a portion of the sword's might. At this moment, when it scattered, the sword energy fell in front of Zhang Siyun. Zhang Siyun raised His left hand and pressed forward.

His entire body trembled and His clothes exploded, His hair scattering in all directions. The void behind Him collapsed and He was forced back. Cracks appeared on his palm and drops of golden blood splattered out.

After taking five steps back, Zhang Siyun's body paused and He lifted His head.

"This sword strike is truly amazing."

As He spoke softly, the sword light in front of His palm dimmed and gradually dissipated in everyone's eyes.

Everyone fell silent and their gazes dimmed along with the sword light.

Killing a god seemed like a joke.

After Zhang Siyun finished speaking, He slowly retracted His right hand from His neck and grabbed a thread with two fingers.