My Waste Husband
Chapter 1354

Chapter 1354

"Henry Zhang?" Joselito said in a surprised tone, "How unexpected to see a pathetic stray like you to even dare to show your face before me. You were lucky that I didn't kill you back then. However, this time I'd really like to find out just how good your luck really is."

"That's exactly what I wanted to say too."

Verrall's expression turned more solemn.

"Sacred Lotus! He's the Sacred Lotus!" Kaeto, who had been nailed to the ground by Verrall's Qi sword, stared at Henry. His eyes were filled with shock as he muttered to himself.

The old lady behind Wei Lan also widened her eyes in shock.

"Old man, kill him!" Joselito shouted.

The lotus above Henry's head gave off a white light. At the same time, a white figure appeared behind Henry. The seven-meter-tall figure made Verrall shudder. He finally understood where the legendary sword intent from before had come from.

"Spirit- controlling Realm!" Kaeto exclaimed. His true spirit was about to be awakened, and he knew very well that the phenomenon of the spirit forming behind him was a sign of the Spiritcontrolling Realm.

Henry held his purple sword and swung it casually. The giant figure behind him did the same as he did. With one simple stroke, the swords that filled the sky shot directly at Verrall.

The old lady behind Wei Lan also finally figured it all out at that moment. It was no wonder why she had been unable to find the whereabouts of the master swordsman back then. It turned out that he was the one! She was the ignorant one all along!

When faced with the Qi sword that came from behind Henry, Verrall had no choice but face it. Amidst the clashed of the swords, Henry emerged unscathed, while Verrall ended up with ripped clothes. Henry had the absolute advantage in this battle.

The combat power contributed by the Battle Spirit was enormous, adding to the fact that a part Verrall's power was still being suppressed. At that moment, Henry's possessed more power than Verrall.

When swords in the sky had finally cleared up, Verrall's clothes were already in tatters.

Although their movements had not been very intense, every move they made was filled with heavy killing intentions. Verrall was exceptionally strong. If it had been anyone else caught up in that flurry of swords, they would have ended up like minced meat.

"The Snowfall Strike belongs to the legendary God of Swords." Verrall looked at the white figure behind Henry with a serious expression. "How unexpected of you to have this being as your true spirit. However, this true spirit is still not fully awakened, you're just activating its power by force. Although its power is still far from the Spiritcontrolling Realm, but it's still powerful enough for you to be deemed invincible among those below the Spirit-controlling Realm."

As Verrall spoke, he pulled out an iron sword from his waist. He rarely had to use a real sword when facing his enemies. However, once he did, it would mean that Verrall was taking his opponent very seriously.

"I have learned the art of swordsmanship since I was 9, and practiced only one move for decades. If you can defeat this move of mine, you can consider me defeated." Verrall held the sword. At that moment, all of the fog around them began flowing towards the tip of Vera Il's sword.

Everyone present felt an aura from the ordinarylooking sword in Verall's hand that caused their hearts to pound.

"Henry, he is accumulating power. The power of this move is seriously horrific. It has completely surpassed the limits of his energy, and even has some ancient powers of Taoism in it. Your Battle Spirit is no match for him, absorb the energy from the true spirits!" The voice of the Heretic God sounded urgently in Henry's ears.

Henry closed his eyes and slowly raised his arm. He made a gesture of sheathing his sword, as if he was readying himself to unsheathe a sword.

At that moment, Henry and Verrall were like the two extreme points of that space. The fog flowed towards the tip of Verrall's sword, that power from his sword was even affecting the energy of the formation of Loulan.

While violent Spiritual Qi gathered on the Battle Spirit behind Henry, and the originally illusory white figure began to condense more and more.

Meanwhile, Catman, who was far away from where Henry and Verall were, looked into their direction.

Japheth, who was in the direction completely opposite to Catman, also stopped in his tracks. They both glanced at the direction where Henry and Verall said and murmured, "What power."

The waters of a lake not too far away from Henry and Verall churned violently, waves, whirlpools, and strange phenomenons of all sorts appeared.

"The Paramount slash, no one under the level of Spirit- control has ever been able to break this move of mine. I wonder how my strike compares with the Snowfall Strike." Verrall flicked his wrist lightly.

With that move from Verrall, everyone present felt their brains go blank. They did not even have the ability to think anymore, let alone figure out how to resist a strike from Verrall s sword. It was an

immense pressure from a being that outranked all of them, no one below the level of Spirit-control could resist it.

Meanwhile, Henry made a movement similar to drawing out a sword.

"Snowfall Strike, single slash."

A bone- chilling cold swept across everyone present. The choppy waters of the lake stopped suddenly, having been covered by a layer of ice crystals. The entire surface of the lake was instantly frozen solid. A layer of frost blanketed the bodies of the inheritors.

At that moment, Henry's and Verrall's sword skills had both exceeded the stage of the Divine Realm. No sounds could be heard from their exchange of blows. It was as if the entire world had suddenly become silent.

One second...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

It felt like an instant, yet also felt like ages had gone by. The frozen surface of the lake suddenly shattered, and the lake continued churning again. The thick fog that had dissipated once again filled the air.

A gush of blood sprayed, and an arm was seen flying in the air as blood spewed from it, then finally fell onto the ground. An iron sword was still within the grasp of that severed arm, the sword was chipped and notched all over.

Verrall's Paramount slash had been defeated!

Verrall stared blankly at the severed arm that lay on the ground, completely numb to the pain from the wound.

Verrall had practiced the art of swordsmanship since the age of nine, and had only practiced one move for the whole of his life, the Paramount slash, yet now it had been defeated. It felt as if his resolve and faith had been broken completely. Verrall was left in a daze.

A cold gleam of light flashed by Verrall's face, shooting towards the direction behind him.

"Die, Joselito!"

Henry's voice was very soft, but the murderous intent in his voice was heavy.

The cold light of the sword pierced through Joselito's chest. An icicle shot out from the front of Joselito with a cold flash. It was so chilly that his blood froze in place.

Joselito's eyes widened in shock and he slowly lowered his head to look at the wound at his chest and the ice that had crystallised and spread around it. He suddenly felt weak and powerless, and even struggled to breathe at that moment.

Joselito shook his head slightly, and his eyes were filled with disbelief. He could not believe that that was truly happening. He had been punctured in the chest by a sword?

"Old ... old man ..." Joselito said, but found it hard to speak. "I... I... I don't want to die ... I..."

"No!" Verrall let out a shrill scream.