Closing the Deal

That was a level ten weapon.

He slashed out with his sword.

The blade descended, slicing off the metal man's head.

The level ten weapon carried a vicious killing intent, radiating a sharp edge. 

With destructive force, it obliterated everything within the metal man's body. 

Even if it could recover, this was the end.

"Puff!"

Braydon Neal spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered on the ground, leaving a deep mark.

The blood carried a terrifying sense of transcendence.

On the back of his hand, the seven-leaf grass frantically absorbed the transcendence power surging into his body.

If he didn't act quickly, Braydon would die!

The transcendence power that had entered his body was instantly siphoned away by the seven-leaf grass.

Even so, Braydon remained gravely injured.

He sat cross-legged and circulated his cultivation technique to heal.