Although it was but a wooden sword, in the hands of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves, it was no different from a divine weapon.
Watching the blade relentlessly pursuing him, Zhong Shenxiu had no doubt that a mere moment of laxity would see him cleaved in two, without a shred of luck to rely on.
Even he had to admit that he had encountered the most deadly life-and-death crisis since traversing this realm of Jianghu Martial Arts!
Under extreme tension, Zhong Shenxiu retreated into a building.
The two doors, without any wind, slammed shut automatically.
But it was useless!
The King of Ten Thousand Slaves followed closely and swung his curved blade.
Whether it was the wooden doors or the mass of furniture, porcelain, even the beams thrown by Zhong Shenxiu, all were split in two by a single slash.
A crescent-like blade light split the entire building in two.
