"Huh?!"
"This... How is this possible?" Cheng Lv was dumbstruck. The arrogance on his face froze instantly, replaced by profound disbelief. "It can't be healed? Just what kind of power is this?!"
As he reeled in horror, the Dragon Sword of the Morning Star in Zhong Ming's hand finished materializing.
Wielded by the Divine Monarch, it was a full forty meters long.
The enormous blade, bathed in starlight and sunlight, radiated a heart-stoppingly sharp aura.
"Die!"
As the single, cold word escaped Zhong Ming's lips, the Divine Monarch immediately brandished the greatsword, bringing it down on Cheng Lv from above with the pressure of the highest heavens!
BOOM—!
The moment the Divine Monarch swung the sword down from the highest heavens, Cheng Lv felt as if he were being targeted by a Celestial God of punishment, undergoing judgment.
This feeling filled his heart with endless dread.
"No, I haven't lost yet!"
