Seeing the newcomer charging at him with such aggression, a cold smile touched Zhao Rui's lips.
"Blade of Destruction!"
He raised his hands high. Above his massive Dharma Body, space began to tremble as a ball of inky black light crackled into existence.
"You... you know the Destruction Divine Light!"
The man charging head-on froze, his soul nearly leaving his body at the sight of the Destruction Divine Light forming above Zhao Rui's palm.
He forcefully halted his self-destruction, the backlash causing him to violently cough up a mouthful of blood.
The spray of blood became a streak of light, whisking him away in a desperate escape.
"I'd planned on toying with you for a while, but I didn't think you'd get so serious. Well, my apologies then."
Zhao Rui didn't slow down. The Blade of Destruction in his hand, like a colossal axe spanning the void and cleaving heaven and earth, came crashing down on his opponent.
"No!"
