Zhou Tong and Wushang collided, their sword qi slicing through the Star River as chaos surged like a tide.
After the light faded, Zhou Tong stood suspended in the air. His silver hair flew wildly, sharp as divine swords that cut through the void. Sword qi roiled around his entire body, carrying vast, ocean-like fluctuations.
Yet a thread of silver blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass excelled at offense rather than defense, and after thousands of successive exchanges, his body had been shaken open with cracks. At the same time, a huge wound split his abdomen—the spot where Wushang's bronze halberd blade had struck him.
On the other side, Wushang had not emerged unscathed either. The bronze halberd in his hand was already covered in cracks, and several chips had been blasted out of its blade by Zhou Tong's palm.
Moreover, the webs between Wushang's fingers had split open, blood streaming freely. Zhou Tong's attacks were too fierce. Even with magic power immunity, the force carried by such terrifying attacks was enough to injure him through the shock.
More importantly, Wushang's left shoulder had been cut off by Zhou Tong's palm sword. Several bone-deep claw marks also covered his face, torn open by Zhou Tong's sword claws. Wushang, whose magic power immunity was reputed to be the greatest defense, had ultimately been breached by the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.
"Good! Good! Good!!" Wushang roared. His hair hung loose and disheveled, and his entire being radiated an astonishing demonic aura.
He suddenly fixed his gaze on Zhou Tong, battle intent surging even more fiercely in his eyes. "Neither Wu Zhong nor Six Paths Reincarnation ever made me bleed. In terms of offense, among all the kings who have fought me, I, Wushang, acknowledge you as the