The next instant, a heaven-shaking Sword Aura shot across the sky, cleaving through the horizon.
The flash of the sword was impossibly fast, as if the entire sky had been split in two by a thin, straight black line.
The Celestial Refining Demon Monarch dodged out of the way, his face a mask of disbelief. His left arm had been severed. "A Tier Five Flying Sword?!" he exclaimed.
His answer came in the form of a shimmering golden rope.
The Immortal Binding Rope, hidden amidst the endless Demonic Light and thunder, silently descended. It seized the moment when the Celestial Refining Demon Monarch's mind was reeling and unstable, binding him tightly.
Then, an ethereal sword light gently swept across the Celestial Refining Demon Monarch's neck.
The old demon's eyes shot wide open, a look of utter disbelief frozen on his face.
Time seemed to stand still.
SHHHK!
A faint sound, like paper being torn, was heard.
The old demon's head tumbled to the ground.
