The Wolf King stared intently at Jiang Su's throat. The Divine Steed galloped through the fierce wind, the Dharma Form shaking the heavens and earth. Closer, ever closer, with each breath, he could feel the stabbing pain in his lungs, and the agony of blood rushing back, the wind carrying the chilling presence of blades.
He raised his weapon and slashed forward.
That would end this vendetta.
The double-edged saber was lifted, then with the power of the Dharma Form, it was fiercely slashed out, transforming into the fangs of Qiongqi, breaking through the layers of martial defenses, tearing through the layers of Jin Qi, but this time, the fangs halted three inches away from Jiang Su's throat.
Unable to advance further.
The next moment, the body of the Wolf King suddenly stiffened.
The sound of the weapon piercing through flesh had never been so chilling and clear. The Wolf King slowly lowered his head, gazing at his heart that had been pierced by the Divine Gun Silence.
