If I Don't Give the Weapons I Forged, No One Can Take Them Away (2)

Swoosh!

Zhou Shu gently waved the branch forward, and the expression of the aggressive Demon King changed drastically.

He stomped his feet and retreated.

But after he retreated, his eyes widened, and the light in his pupils gradually dimmed.

Between his eyebrows, a green leaf was embedded there.

The Demon King was dead!

Zhang Qiyun was dumbfounded, and his heart was in turmoil.

Zhou Shu had killed the first-rank demonic beasts in one move.

Now, he even killed a Demon King with a single strike?

Most importantly, he didn't even have a proper sword!

He killed a Demon King with a branch and a leaf?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Zhang Qiyun would never have believed it.

"Did you see clearly?" Zhou Shu's voice brought Zhang Qiyun back to his senses.

"Huh?!" Zhang Qiyun stammered. "I saw it clearly, but I don't understand…"