Chapter 5889

“Give it to me—break!”

Chen Ping gripped the sword with both hands. The Dragon-Slaying Sword fused with the dragon-blood true fire, transforming into a golden-red blade that seemed to pierce heaven and earth as it cleaved straight toward the Ghost King and the Blood Soul Elder.

This strike drained everything he had.

The Ghost King raised both arms at once, trying to block—

Snort—!

Like a hot knife through butter, the golden-red sword aura split the Ghost King’s phantom cleanly in two from head to toe. Its momentum didn’t slow in the slightest as it continued toward the Blood Soul Elder.

The Blood Soul Elder’s expression changed drastically. He retreated in panic while sacrificing three defensive evil artifacts.