If we say that Xu Zimei's power is an ocean vast and boundless,
infinite and inexhaustible.
Then Zhou San's power is like a mere drop of water in it.
So insignificant.
Not worth mentioning.
So when Zhou San attempted to seize control of the broadsword, the terrifying power from Xu Zimei directly engulfed him.
Zhou San's eyes widened immensely, as if he was facing immense terror before death.
His entire chest was pierced by the broadsword.
The broadsword nailed him to the ground instantly.
He probably never anticipated that this weapon, which had accompanied him for most of his life, would become the very thing to kill him.
There he stood, impaled by the broadsword, half his body upright on the ground.
The sight was so horrifying.
To the extent that the previously bustling crowd fell silent immediately.
No one expected such an outcome.
Zhou San seemed to have victory in hand, yet didn't expect to die so easily.
"Ants are really talkative," Xu Zimei shook his head.
