Boom!
Julius vanished. No sound, no movement—just pure killing intent erupted like a volcano. His entire body turned into a blurry afterimage as his sword came slashing toward Apollo's neck with such speed that space cracked in its wake.
But Apollo didn't move. His eyes remained calm as the sword approached.
Shing!
The moment the blade was about to touch his neck, he burst out with a powerful aura like countless swords were awakened, and for an instant, the killing and bloody aura around Julius seemed to disappear.
"What…?" Julius's pupils shrank. His sword was fast—impossibly fast, and he used his killing aura to catch Apollo off guard, yet not only could he not catch him, but he dissolved his attack like nothing.
Julious's mind roared in disbelief. His killing sword art, honed through endless massacres, was something that not even the Eternal Gods dared to face directly—yet this man, without even lifting his sword, crushed his aura like crumpling paper.
