One Mountain Cannot Hold Two Tigers (Part 2)

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The Dragon Abyss flying sword skimmed rapidly along the ground, its cold, razor-sharp sword aura cutting through anything in its path and severing the vines that burrowed out from the cracks in the earth.

These black vines were as thick as a child's arm, their surfaces covered not only in sharp thorns but also possessed of extreme toughness.

Yet not a single one could withstand the might of Wang Chen's Flying Sword. Dark-red fluid resembling blood sprayed from the severed ends as the vines thrashed wildly and withdrew underground.

"Suppress!"

Wang Chen, pushing the Heavenly Dragon Vajra Righteous Dharma to its utmost limit, bent down and swung his palm, slamming it heavily against the ground beneath him.

Bang!

With a muffled boom, the ground where he stood abruptly caved in, sending countless clouds of dust billowing into the air.

The full force of the Vajra Palm blasted into the earth, instantly creating a small earthquake and crushing the vines that had just retreated underground.

The next moment, Wang Chen straightened up and fixed his sharp gaze on the earthen mound not far away.

"Come out!"

Boom!

The moment his words fell, the mound exploded, and a giant whose body was covered in lumps leaped out.

"Little cultivator, we meet again!"

The giant flashed Wang Chen a hideous, ferocious grin, its thunderous roar deafening to the ears!

With his sword in hand, Wang Chen said coldly, "I recall that we had an agreement."

This was the demon spirit giant he had encountered before. Back then, both sides had their reservations, so they had reached an agreement to leave each other alone.

Yet just now, this demon spirit giant had launched a sneak attack on Wang Chen!

As the demon spirit giant appeared, the three-eyed monsters scattered and fled