Chapter 585 Ghost Grandpa

Silver Wing usually roamed the Dark World, rarely confronting a powerful opponent head-on, always striking with the coldest and cruelest methods to eliminate his enemies, but now it was utterly useless.

His legs were severed, his face twisted in agony. Even a being who had ignited divine flames found it unbearable under such excruciating pain.

"Why are you so strong if you're clearly dead?" Silver Wing's eyes were blood-red, unable to accept that he was being killed in this way, to die at the hands of a dead man.

Ghost Grandpa remained indifferent. For such a formidable assassin, he held no regard, lifting the black broken sword in his hand once again, channeling dark sword radiance.

"Old ghost, if my Heavenly Kingdom could kill you back then, I can obliterate you now," Silver Wing declared viciously. His fingers turned into blades, swiftly inscribing scriptures in the void, the strokes bright and unscattering.