"Chi~!"
With Wei Zizai crouching down, the snow-white blade sank three inches into the ground with a muffled sound.
The sharpness of this sword was evident at a glance.
However...
Once the sword tip was buried underground, its edge was hidden, no longer visible.
Just like Wei Zizai, as one of the eight treasures of the Moon Worship Sect, once his surging killing intent was unleashed with that thrust, all that remained was emptiness and pallor after the outpouring.
And the colorful world in his eyes gradually turned to black and white.
The crowd of Jianghu onlookers shook their heads slightly.
This swordsman from the Western Demon Sect who favored risking his life with a single thrust, confronted the four great true transmissions of Mount Heng, only to earn a fatal sword wound.
Most were unable to see clearly the fleeting exchange in their swordfight, but knowing the outcome was enough for them.