Someone had once witnessed Lin Mu's Godslayer Finger. That day, it had been like a towering pillar, obscuring the sun and seemingly unstoppable.
Today, this finger strike was as subtle as an antelope hanging by its horns—elusive and without a trace.
By the time people realized where the radiance was headed, it was already too late.
PFFT!
A finger penetrated Yao Kuohai's brow.
Yao Kuohai's body swayed, his face a mask of disbelief. To think he had actually died while under the protection of two Martial Arts Grandmasters. He died so effortlessly, with the serenity of a light breeze and drifting clouds.
In front of Lin Mu, he was as fragile as an ant.
"To so deftly break through my slash... it seems the rumors about Lin Wudi were greatly exaggerated. Very good!" Song Kai declared. With his saber in hand, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, his fighting spirit boiling over.
