The black-robed man was filled with shock and unwillingness in his eyes as he died.
He had never imagined that a mere youngster at the True Martial Seventh Realm could simultaneously master four different types of forces, with each force reaching the ninth level of power, and even more so, that this youth could integrate the powers of each force. Such genius was unheard of to him.
Had he known of Zhao Letian's formidable strength earlier, he would have been more cautious with that slash. If so, even if he could not defeat Zhao Letian, he wouldn't have been instantly killed.
Unfortunately for him, there are no medicines for regret in this world, no chances for a do-over. One careless move can mean the difference between life and death. Such is the cruel reality when the strong clash.
