"I knew it, Three-Eyed Toad Saint—you beast have no sense of honor. You want to interfere? Do you take Gu for a decoration?"
Gu Qingshan let out a long howl that shook the heavens, throwing a punch at the giant hand Three-Eyed Toad Saint had slapped down.
Rumble...
Two Great Saint-level powerhouses clashed, their might shaking heaven and earth. Space instantly exploded, the Great Dao roared, chains of order nearly shattered, and endless chaos qi surged forth.
At the same time, Wei Fan's razor-sharp hand blade had already descended. In that hair's-breadth instant, He Feihong snapped back to his senses from the searing pain and struggled to retreat, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow to his head.
Splat...
Blood burst forth, spraying several yards into the air. Wei Fan's sharp hand blade sliced through He Feihong's flesh, severed several ribs, and sent scorching Saint blood scattering.
"Ah..."
A crane's cry rang through the sky as He Feihong screamed. Without the reinforcement of his willpower, his physical defenses had greatly weakened. Had he not reacted in time, Wei Fan's Four Symbols Sky-Splitting Slash would have been enough to kill him. Even so, a terrifying wound nearly pierced straight through his chest and abdomen.
"I hate this!"
He still had a Demon Emperor Secret Technique he had yet to use, still had means capable of contending with Wei Fan. Yet he knew he had done something stupid—he had underestimated Wei Fan's Primordial Spirit cultivation.
He knew Wei Fan had long since mastered a Primordial Spirit Martial Skill, but the power of such a skill depended not only on the grade of the technique itself, but also on the realm of one's Primordial Spirit.
He possessed the Demon Emperor Bloodline. His Primordial Spirit had been stronger than those of ordinary demons and monsters from