Jiang Dao crushed Pang Long's head in one grip. Red and white splattered everywhere, skull fragments mixed with flesh and blood in a ghastly mess.
Pang Long's headless body toppled straight to the ground. After struggling painfully a few times, it went completely still.
Jiang Dao stared at the headless corpse, raised his foot, and stomped down savagely. With a wet splat, he crushed the entire body into a mangled pulp smeared across the ground, impossible to scrape up.
"Overestimating yourself!"
He turned and looked toward a massive sword not far away.
The giant sword was pitch-black from end to end, with no blades on either side, resembling a heavy iron ruler.
Jiang Dao strode over, each step booming, and grabbed the giant sword in one hand.
The entire sword was about one and a half meters long, as broad as a door panel, and weighed at least a hundred pounds.
Jiang Dao suddenly drew in a light breath. The muscles all over his body gradually relaxed, and his swollen form swiftly shrank back to normal. He still stood around one-point-nine meters tall. Gripping the giant sword, he swept it lightly, and a fierce wind howled as a deep scar appeared in the ground.
"A fine weapon!"
He suddenly turned back to look at his Mystic Iron Blade and picked it up.
The blade was covered in pits and dents, having already been battered beyond recognition in the previous clash.
"A mortal weapon truly cannot compare to the weapons of these monsters. This was forged from mystic iron, yet if it had been ordinary metal, it should have shattered long ago..."
Jiang Dao muttered to himself.
He tossed aside the Mystic Iron Blade and strapped the black giant sword to his back.
"Father, let's go!"
Jiang Dao spoke.
"Good, good!"