His body was pierced by Ye Qingfeng's claw, splitting it into six parts. The claw was so swift and fierce that even in the moment his flesh was torn, a trace of vitality remained within him, allowing him to still speak.
"Even if you haven't entered the High-level War King Realm, I'm afraid you're no different from one!"
Cold Smiling Buddha stared at the setting sun in the west, the bitterness at the corner of his mouth growing ever deeper.
He thought he could obtain the Chiyou Sword and find a method of cultivation to once again strive for the War Emperor Realm he had dreamed of, but halfway through, Ye Jiujie appeared, shattering his dreams completely.
"Crash!"
In an instant, Cold Smiling Buddha's skinny body split into six parts, and was once again shattered by the residual claw power of Ye Qingfeng, turning into fragments and scattering in the air.
The entire venue was silent. You could probably hear a needle drop on the grass.
