"Su Ping! What are you doing?"
SLASH!
At that moment, Su Ping realized something: did the collision and shattering of souls actually produce a sound?
The Sword of Death embedded itself directly into Charles's skull, cleaving a massive fissure into his soul mark. However, let alone the fact that this was merely a mark, even a true soul would be exceedingly difficult to completely obliterate with just a single attack like this.
Therefore, without a second thought, Su Ping raised the pitch-black Sword of Death and hacked down viciously once again!
"Su Ping! Stop! We are one! We are the reincarnation of the Netherworld God! How can you attack me? How dare you attack me? You will be completely devoured by the Netherworld God's power and die! I am just a mark; even if you destroy me, it won't change a thing!"
Charles maintained his composure, completely ignoring the fact that his soul's skull had already been split in half.
