"I actually didn't kill him?" Ling Han was startled, then shook his head, loosening his grip as the twig turned into fine powder.
That was jut a normal twig and couldn't possibly endure his sword intent. Once the Origin Power dispersed, it naturally crumbled.
Luo Da looked overwhelmed with shock at Ling Han—was this youngster a monster? He was only at the seventh layer of the Spiritual Ocean Tier, but his battle prowess was stronger than Shen Zhong Cheng's, almost annihilating him with a twig used as a sword.
Ling Han stroked his chin and said, "What to do, I said to use a twig, but I couldn't kill the man... now that's awkward."
Luo Da's teeth chattered, but his expression was resolute as he said, "Kill me if you want, don't humiliate me!"
Ling Han laughed mischievously and said, "Surely a figure of the prodigy roll, at least you have some guts. Alright, if you want to die so badly, I'll have to fulfill your wish."