Tang San's eyes widened to their limits, his pupils reflecting the deadly, flickering sword light on his opponent's fist. It felt as though towering tidal waves were crashing madly within his heart.
"No—"
"Bang!"
A sharper, more shocking explosion drowned out Tang San's unfinished cry of alarm.
Before everyone's disbelieving eyes, Lu Jun's fist, transformed into a storm of blades, effortlessly tore through the dense Asura Divine Power gathered around Tang San's fist like a hot knife through butter.
Then, without the slightest resistance, it severed and pulverized Tang San's left arm cleanly at the forearm.
It exploded into a sky full of blood mist and fragments of Divine Power.
Immediately afterward, the fist-blade, its momentum undiminished, slammed hard and squarely into Tang San's face, which had twisted with utter terror.
"Boom—"
As if struck head-on by a speeding star, Tang San's head snapped backward. He flew uncontrollably like a kite with its string cut, spraying golden-red divine blood mixed with teeth from his mouth.
He traced a miserable arc through the air before crashing heavily onto the ground in the distance, sending dust billowing into the sky.
Lu Jun, meanwhile, had already casually withdrawn after throwing that punch. His white robes fluttered in the wind, immaculate and untouched by dust.
He slowly drew back his fist, and the ice-blue sword light quietly faded away. His hand remained pale and slender, as if the terrifying blow that had severed a God King's arm and sent a God King flying had nothing to do with him.
Tang San, on the other hand, barely propped himself up with his remaining right hand after hitting the ground. Blood-red Asura Divine Power surged wildly from his severed arm, attempting to repair the injury, but the lingering, ultimate Sword Intent severely obstructed the regeneration.
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