Screech!
Like a hot knife through cold butter, the Sword of Slaughter cut into the fierce ghost's shadow, making a sizzling sound. The hideous and cruel fierce ghost's shadow was surprisingly easily sliced through as if it were mere paper, and the ghost's mouth emitted a painful wail.
The Sword of Slaughter was like a river of blood, slicing through the sky and annihilating all the fierce ghost shadows, leaving none behind.
Once the sword emerged, everyone watching felt an overwhelming killing intent, as if facing a God of Slaughter directly, surrounded by a world of blood, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood beneath their feet.
"What a terrifying Slaughter Sword Intent. This has reached the Perfected Realm, hasn't it? The Nineteenth Prince's swordsmanship talent is so high; to comprehend Sword Intent Perfection at such a young age is impressive."
