Yang Que narrowed his eyes slightly as the blazing sun in his hand suddenly swelled, and he unleashed a blade intent of sheer desperation with a fierce slash. With a deafening boom, Yin Lingzi spat a mouthful of blood and tumbled out of the midair, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Thomas, who had been wearing a look of complete astonishment inside the residential house, turned somewhat pale upon hearing this. In his mind, he could not help but picture the scene when the Red Coral pirate ship was destroyed. If all of this had been man-made, it was simply too unbelievable for him to fathom—perhaps something only a god could accomplish.
He was determined to get his hands on the Murasame blade by any means necessary, and now that Kulali had agreed to his proposal, it also spared him the trouble of further debate.
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