The Profound Strange Sword was like the venomous fangs of a cobra; its tip made contact with the Celestial Monarch's skin and refused to let go.
The sword tip broke through the girl's fair skin, deeply embedding itself into her flesh, and ultimately emerged from her back, piercing through her.
The twisted, spiral black sword body pierced entirely through the Celestial Monarch.
Because Su Yuan applied so much force, the golden-haired girl's body was lifted from the world tree trunk, suspended into the air.
Her proud head drooped to one side, as if it had lost its bones, and the radiant golden hair covered her delicate face.
This scene was both enchanting and magnificent, the decaying Celestial Monarch now seemed so holy, like a paladin fallen under an enemy's sneak attack.
Blood flowed down along the spiral sword body, with more droplets seeping out from the pierced silver armor, falling onto the surface of the world tree.
"Succeeded?"
