Splatter!
The Black Sword pierced into the body, as if slicing through tofu—effortlessly!
Peng Ao's breath ceased in an instant, his face still carrying the madness of having seen the secret of the stars, yet also surprised by the sword's strike and the instant, unbelievable slaying. These myriad expressions coexisted on his face, rendering him extremely odd.
Zhou Heng drew back the Black Sword, and with a thud, Peng Ao's body fell to the ground. Forty-seven stars shattered simultaneously, returning to the heavens and earth, yet without causing any earth-shattering tremors such as mountain collapses.
"Wow—" Zhou Heng spat out a mouthful of blood, undressing his upper body, revealing a pitch-black palm print etched thereon, with a noticeable indentation at his chest!
His heart had been shattered, and he lived only because he was a Bright Immortal; Peng Ao did not possess a lethal weapon like the Black Sword. Though this strike gravely injured him, it wasn't sufficient to kill.
