When the sword Qi danced and aimed right at Lixiang, the gentle look on his face vanished. So what if this was Fengming Pavilion? Lixiang was now a High Divine Venerable at the eighth-layer solid altar stage, having even severed one of Emperor Son Thunder Dragon's palms, yet here he was, being threatened by a mere High Divine Venerable.
"If you want the Necromicon, I'll just give it to you." Lixiang's left hand thrust out abruptly, fingers splayed, and a greyish-white giant hand immediately appeared in midair. The palm was filled with a power of death and decay, resembling a hand buried in the soil for decades that had suddenly burst out from underground, covered in writhing clusters of white and black insects—looking utterly nauseating and terrifying.
"Ten Thousand Swords Firing!" The short blade in Mola's hand struck out like a swordsman who had suddenly discovered his opponent's fatal weakness, aiming for a one-hit kill. Over a thousand blade edges and sword Qi in the air hissed and shot toward Lixiang.
Chapter 417