"If you can withstand my Sky-splitting Slash, I won't need to use my Divine Skills. Unfortunately, you can't."
Not only did Zhou Ping'an slice apart the ridiculously resilient mechanical construct with a single slash, but the blade's radiant sword light, infused with a massive Divine Thought, carried a murderous intent, sweeping through the air and shattering the Divine Soul that Luo Lin had imbued within the metallic surface into fragments.
Through the Heavenly Eye, he watched as the scattered specks of spirit-light dissipated into the night sky, his emotions remaining utterly unmoved.
These attacks were merely an appetizer.
Further away, near the Red House, a streak of white light sliced through the air. Midway, upon witnessing the scene unfolding here, it abruptly changed direction, howling away into the distance without looking back.
Zhou Ping'an merely cast a deep glance, recognizing the long-robed, bald-headed figure. He did not pursue.
