"No wonder Fiora died by your hands."
Alex asked with deep interest, "Miss, how may I address you?"
"Zella!" She shouted it like a death sentence.
"Taryn Lark, today is the day you die!"
"Go to hell!"
As the second-ranked disciple of Heaven-Turning Peak, Zella's cultivation far surpassed Fiora's. Mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm. At this moment, fueled by killing intent, the blade in her hand overflowed with brilliant light. Murderous aura blasting forward in a torrent.
"Sword Sun Slash!"
Facing the sharp killing intent within the flowing light, Alex merely stood there with arms crossed, Expressionless.
He had absolutely no intention of blocking. As if he had completely given up on defending himself.
"Die!"
Boom!
Zella swung her sword. The energy struck Alex's body dead-on. A massive, resounding explosion, heavy layers of smoke billowing outward in every direction.
