From the center of King Zhufeng's eyebrows, his flesh was torn apart, and a dark golden sword tip slowly extended out.
The sword tip, the sword body, the sword hilt...
In just a few breaths, a dark golden sword with countless mysterious Dao patterns on the blade and a bloody vertical eye on the hilt came out of King Zhufeng's body.
This was none other than the Tarot sword that had struck fear into the hearts of all the races of the universe millions of chaos cycles ago!
The Tarot sword was filled with a demonic and evil aura. It had been nourished by the baleful energy left behind by the Tarot supremacy of millions of chaos cycles, and it had completely transformed into a demonic sword!
Whoosh.
The tip of the Tarot divine sword rotated slightly and then slowly stabbed toward the space between Jian Wushuang's eyebrows.
King Zhufeng's body shriveled up at a visible speed, turning into a dry corpse and finally melting into a pool of blood.