"Sword Swinging Clouds."
This move was intricate, swift, and yet it didn't lack an overpowering majesty; Lin Zhanjie was confident in using it to confront any formidable enemy.
However, reality doesn't change just because of confidence.
From within the curtain of Sword Qi that Lin Zhanjie had raised, a pair of hands suddenly reached out. The origin of these hands was unknown, as if emerging from the void, disregarding the surging Sword Qi. One palm struck Lin Zhanjie's forehead, and the other hand crushed his throat.
"Hehe..."
Lin Zhanjie tried to speak but couldn't make a sound. He couldn't believe that he, a Divine Origin Realm Martial Artist, was defeated and killed so easily.
The opponent's hands were both bizarre and ghostly; Lin Zhanjie had never encountered such Martial Arts in his life.
Of course he hadn't; after all, the origin of these hands—the "Black Heaven Book"—had only been cultivated by two people in the world.
