Ye Chen wielded the Immortal Sword, crossing the void in a single step.
"How dare you." The Roc roared, disheveled, his long hair streaming in the wind. His fierce face was twisted and distorted as he continued to offer stubborn resistance. His dignity could not be desecrated, nor would he allow a junior to trample upon him; even in death, he would defend his honor.
Hum! Hum! The Immortal Sword hummed, its tip pointing straight at the center of the Roc's forehead. It moved as fast as lightning, piercing the void all the way until it was just a hair's breadth from his brow.
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