Under the watchful eyes of all.
The young boy plunged a blade into O Jia's chest.
O Jia became motionless.
Everything fell into deadly silence.
The Myriad Worlds, the endless Void, all bore witness to this blade.
This was an unprecedented Sword Technique.
Also an event never before seen.
The blade pierced through the chest of the Destructive Main God, slowly sweeping across his flesh and blood.
This blade.
Like a snowy night, where the mountain snow reflects on the flying cold crow, turning into a solitary shadow of death, merging into one with the heavens and earth.
Clang.
Shen Ye retracted his blade and stood firm.
——The Destructive Main God cannot be destroyed.
So he controlled O Jia for eight hundred years, crushed his spirit, subdued his heart, until his impending death when he uttered the words "Admiration".
In doing so.
Even if he resurrects later, he will no longer have the spirit to disturb me.
This blade kills, but moreover, it destroys the spirit!
