Cold light glimmers!
Killing intent glimmers!
Sword intent glimmers!
The King of Chu suddenly appears behind the White Ape, fingers forming a sword, with a three-inch sharp edge. The Gang Qi resembles the crescent moon's hook, hanging high in the nine heavens, slashing down diagonally!
Fast.
Too fast.
The Martial Saint strikes.
Can't avoid it! Can't escape!
Three floating hairs rise still on the water, moving like worms.
The White Ape strains backward, its golden eyes turning, catching with peripheral vision, as molten gold light is torn by the silver-white crescent moon, forming a "vertical pupil," a frantic alarm. In an instant, like a dragon's spine arching, the White Ape frantically activates divine ritual, and golden light bursts forth like flames!
Whoosh!
The sword tip becomes silent, a flash of white light.
The cold light of the crescent moon and golden glints touch.
A sound like splitting silk.
Heaven and earth fall silent.
