The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable could not evade in time, and his figure awkwardly dashed to the side.
Yet the sharp longsword still ghosted past his shoulder like a specter.
In an instant, flesh rolled back, and blood spurted out like a fountain, tracing a dazzling arc of blood in the air.
"Ah!"
The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable was like an injured tyrannosaur, his anger reaching its peak, eyes wide with fury, instantly filled with blood, completely red.
Ignoring the severity of his injury, like a mad gambler, he staked everything, his hands suddenly reached out like iron clamps, fiercely grasping Xu Wendong's stabbing longsword.
The sharp blade instantly sliced his palm, blood gushing out, trickling along the sword's body.
Yet he seemed to have lost his sense of pain, blinded by hatred, his face twisted with endless rage.
With his last ounce of strength, as if to vent all his grievances and reluctance, he fiercely swung it.
