Killing The Saint
Editor: Larbre Studio
Taking advantage of this moment, Zhang Ruochen created yet another Spatial Crack.
The space above King Xianlan cracked open, gliding down toward his head, engulfing everything along the way.
King Xianlan raised his head to have a quick glance, looking concerned.
Instead of going against the approaching Spatial Crack, he split himself into three fragments and plunged backward.
The Spatial Crack slammed onto the ground, erupting into shattered stones, leaving a deep chasm.
Following the owner, the three swords went backward then projected upward at a steep angle like three bright comets going after Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen stood waiting, ready with the Abyss Ancient Sword in his hands. He had anticipated where the swords would be and quickly countered all three hits.
He then leaned his body forward and heaved his sword above King Xianlan's head.
"Gold Morning Sun."