"Crunch, crunch!"
A sound like teeth grinding and writhing came from within the "Severing Fangs" held in Ling King's hand.
The matter of seizing Zhang Chen's divine weapon had occurred when he fought the Torch Dragon. Ling King now faced the same situation. Just as the "Severing Fangs" were about to come down, Zhang Chen pulled on the hilt, causing it to fly from Ling King's grasp and slash back at his body.
The True Ghost armor only covered the front portion of his right arm. Zhang Chen had spotted this weakness and aimed the blade at Ling King's shoulder.
"Fall..."
The instant the blade touched his shoulder, Zhang Chen charged forward and grabbed the hilt, wielding all his current strength to cut down at Ling King's undefended shoulder.
Blue blood splashed everywhere. Ling King's eyes widened in disbelief that, even in his true form, his arm had been severed by his opponent.
To Ling King, this was an immense humiliation, and rage surged within him.
The instant his arm separated from his body, he swung a sideways kick at Zhang Chen's abdomen. Even though Zhang Chen sensed the threat from the side and grew a mouth across his waist to block it—
The teeth in that mouth shattered inch by inch under the kick, and Zhang Chen's body suffered another heavy blow.
Yet this time, it was not as devastating as before, when his limbs had been torn apart into mangled chunks of flesh. It was as though Zhang Chen's body had adapted to such power. His body broke apart at the waist, his lower half was pulverized, while his upper half retained its form.
"Pwah!"
Zhang Chen still could not stop himself from vomiting a large mouthful of blood. However, as his upper body flew backward, a long