「Three months later.」
「East Sea.」
On a small, deserted island.
Zhu Ju sat cross-legged on an inconspicuous round stone, his hands forming a series of spell seals as a saber's gleam flickered around him.
SWOOSH!
The saber's gleam divided, splitting into five.
The five streaks of saber light crisscrossed, streaking at astonishing speed toward a massive boulder over a hundred meters away.
TSSSSS...
Lines of cracks appeared on the boulder. A moment later, the rock, which stood as tall as several men, collapsed with a crash and scattered into a pile of rubble.
With a flick of his Sword Formula.
Zhu Ju's eyes shone with a strange light.
Immortal Demon Slash—Green Fall and Yellow Springs!
A ray of sword light descended from the sky, carrying the faint sound of ten thousand ghosts wailing in unison. It was as if the gates of the Underworld had swung open as it plunged downward.
BOOM!
