"Cut the crap!" The androgynous master abruptly waved his hand, and behind him, a cultivator dressed in black charged forward like a bullet, heading straight for Dincelius.
Incredibly, the cultivator turned out to be a powerful Wandering Immortal Realm Level Seven expert, and his go-to move was Heavenfall Pavilion's ultimate skill, "Seafall Strike".
As the gust swept through, the air warped, carrying with it a consuming pull that seemed to devour everything in its path.
"Hmph!" With a cold huff, Dincelius stood his ground, pushing his right palm forward. A surge of crimson sword energy burst forth into the sky. It was the Bloodbane Soul Slash.
The clash of blade and palm wind echoed with a deafening explosion. The black-robed cultivator let out a horrifying scream as he was flung backward. A gaping, bloody hole in his chest spewed blood, and he died on the spot.
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