บท 362: The Sword Cuts Down an Ancient Saint

Terror flashed before the Butterfly Dance’s face.

Her pupils constricted. In her beautiful gaze, only the light of the sword could be seen.

It was like a matchstick.

Crack!

The Butterfly Dance’s body was divided into two, and the sides fell to the ground.

The Nascent God in her body had also been split into two. Her spirit dissipated.

The Butterfly Dance’s beautiful complexion and delicate body was no longer.

She was now like a molted butterfly, a wilted flower, a split log.

Any traces of her existence and living were vanquished.

The strike of the sword destroyed not only a powerful practitioner but also her cave dwelling!

The after effects of the blow shook the earth and split a mountain in the distance.

Boom!

A loud and angry howl rose from the depths of the School of Heavenly Day.

The entire place was trembling like a pot of boiling water.

This alarmed people all around as they rushed to the site, eager to find out what had happened.