King of Eastern Mountain was already at the end of his rope; confronting Wang Xiaoqiang head-on was like an egg hitting a rock, seeking his own demise. Before King of Eastern Mountain could make a move, Wang Xiaoqiang's Penglai Immortal Sword had already stabbed forward, and with a swish, the blade pierced into the chest of King of Eastern Mountain.
King of Eastern Mountain's body shuddered, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, losing all strength to resist.
At this moment, the Penglai Immortal Sword lit up, and the shrill scream of a young girl echoed from within the sword body, the sound was sharp and piercing, chilling to the heart.
Then…
The Penglai Immortal Sword turned blood-red, blood qi filled the air. As the Immortal Sword turned red, King of Eastern Mountain's face became pale as if it were white paper without a trace of blood. His body trembled, as the essence blood within him was being continuously absorbed by the Sword Spirit within the Penglai Immortal Sword...
