Holding the Killing Token, Feng Qin stood in the center of the windstorm. Rings of black currents spun around him, radiating an icy and evil Qi.
He was now almost 20 feet tall and could look down on Zhang Ruochen. "Zhang Ruochen, it's undeniably a pain for you to continue living on in this world," he said. "Let me send you on the way to end your tragic life."
Feng Qin raised the Killing Token once again. The token, dozens of feet long, was covered in dense runes. One could vaguely make out a man-shaped apparition become one with the Killing Token.
Zhang Ruochen stared at the figure with frigid eyes. "I'm afraid you're not enough to kill me," he uttered.
Clang!
The Abyss Ancient Sword produced a shrill sound. It flew toward Zhang Ruochen and hovered before him. It had already refined the four blood blades and had absorbed enough power to recover its status as a Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon.