Power of Death

Clang!

He even drew his sword.

The blue blade was pulled out from behind.

"You are a puppet of death, so let death end you!"

Draw the sword, strike, and return to the sheath!

It was done in one fluid motion.

A black sword shadow descended from the sky.

Countless death energies fell, invading Broly's divine body.

This sword was very ordinary.

Ordinary enough that no one felt anything was amiss, and it had already been executed.

Even Mie Sheng was very surprised, but he was astonished that Jian Wushuang had mastered the power of Death to this extent.

Broly faced the sword shadow without fear and used his hands to catch it.

He intended to resist it head-on.

However, Mie Sheng transmitted a reminder: "Dodge!"

"Can you dodge this sword strike?" Jian Wushuang sneered, his hands behind his back.

He waited quietly for Broly's fall and Mie Sheng's appearance.

In his view, this was destined.