This was a matter of practice making perfect. Not something that could be compensated for merely by having a powerful cultivation base.
Evil Sword could slaughter an entire small village in an instant using the eighteen swords. Yet Alex, using them to deal with a single Zella, couldn't even achieve an instant kill. Instead, he had to make her endure a burst of pain worse than death before expiring.
"Ah!"
Feeling the meridians in her body rupture one by one, pillars of blood constantly spewing from her acupoints, Zella let out miserable, shrill wails.
But she could only endure the swords repeatedly piercing her body. Completely lacking the slightest power to resist.
"Taryn, you piece of trash! You small fry! You actually had such dog-shit luck to obtain such a terrifying divine ability!"
"If I become a ghost, I will never let you off!"
Listening to Zella's hoarse, exhausted screams, Alex's expression didn't change in the slightest.
