Divine Statues, Heavenly King Laozi Face to Face!

A chilling, astonishingly evil sword intent locked onto and engulfed Jiang Dali's body.

The Heaven's Wrath Sword embedded in the ground erupted with a bloody aura, seeming ready to shoot forth and kill at any moment.

A divine weapon had a spirit and protected its master on its own. No wonder Consort Wang, badly wounded as she was, could no longer kill Zhu Yunwen.

But it was merely an uncontrolled divine weapon. Relying solely on its spirit, it could forget about stopping Jiang Dali.

Jiang Dali took a step forward.

The Heaven's Wrath Sword instantly flashed into a snow-bright streak and shot at him. Its sword qi split apart and slashed straight at his forehead, the biting force making his skin prickle with pain.

Jiang Dali did not even look at it. He extended his middle finger and flicked it, striking the blade's edge dead on.

With a resonant "ding" that shook the entire space, the Heaven's Wrath Sword was knocked aside. Yet in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a lightning-fast streak of sword light and spun toward Jiang Dali, cutting at him. Its peerlessly sharp sword qi swept around him like a gust of wind.

Jiang Dali snorted coldly and formed a blade with his palm. His skin turned pale gold as he chopped down viciously, force energy surging forth with terrifying momentum.

With a thunderous clang!

The Heaven's Wrath Sword was struck directly on its side by the palm blade. Before it could fly away, an immense force burst from Jiang Dali's palm. A powerful suction immediately drew the sword into his hand, where it twisted and struggled wildly like a fish flung onto land.

"Still not behaving?"

Jiang Dali aimed at the sword's body and slammed down two cannonball-like punches. Like a heavy hammer