A critical strike

Countless floating pink petals filled the sky. It presented a beautiful scene, but those petals were all thin blades. In truth, the sky was now was deadly terrain.

As Xiao Luo hovered in the air, the thin blades floated toward him, brushing past his body and leaving cuts all over his body.

"The god-damn brat is in his white monster form, and not even the King of War can do any damage to him. Yet, the thin blades flying all over the sky like pink peach blossoms sliced through his flesh so easily. Why is that so?" muttered Duck Emperor. He sensed danger, for the King of Swords was undoubtedly the strongest out of the Four Kings. No one who saw him would not recognize that fact.