"I've long wanted to witness Brother Liu's killer move."
Shi Xiaole did not pursue his victory. The power of the Sword Realm had its limits, once the opponent broke free from control, its effectiveness would be greatly diminished.
Dressed in white that outshone the snow, Liu Ruofei's expression was cold, with a glint of dark light flickering in the depths of his eyes, signifying the conviction to kill and the power brought by death.
At this moment, it was as if he had borrowed infinite strength from the Grim Reaper himself. His swordplay was not fierce, but it was like the coming of darkness upon the world, silent but unstoppable.
The light around the Fate platform began to collapse inward from all around, suddenly leaving only a beam of light at the center.
Now was the moment!
Clang!
The long sword was drawn from its sheath.