The Self-Destruction of a Saint
Redakteur: Dragon Boat Translation
Bang!
After another exchange, the black-robed saint could no longer withstand it. In the end, he was still a being of flesh and blood. He simply could not compete with the Azure Dragon Sword. Both his arms instantly turned into a bloody mist filling the sky.
Seeing his chance, Su Chen pointed out without any hesitation.
Whoosh...
A blood-colored divine light shot forth like a comet, streaking across the horizon. It brushed past the black-robed saint's ear and slammed into the mountains in the distance. The majestic peaks were completely obliterated in an instant, reduced to a bottomless abyss.
"This..." The black-robed saint's face turned ghastly pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
At the same time, endless terror rose in his heart. He had narrowly dodged that strike through pure luck. If he had reacted a bit slower, his head would have met the same fate as those mountains.