The massive "jing" character formed from five hundred and thirty-two tiny characters was shattered by the ferocious saber energy. At that very instant, Jiang Dali's towering, brawny figure charged forward like a primordial beast, wielding a crimson saber as broad as a door panel!
Fast!
Ruthless!
Fierce!!
Before the invisible wall of qi formed by Purple Clad King Jing's clasped hands could fully gather, it was brutally cleaved apart by the ferocious saber. He could only immediately raise his Buddhist staff to block it.
"Clang!" Sparks flew!
Purple Clad King Jing's palms split open at the tiger's mouths. The blow sent him staggering back ten steps, his legs gouging two deep trenches into the ground. His Buddhist staff hummed and shook as though it were about to fly from his grasp. That terrifying force nearly blasted the staff out of his hands, and he suddenly screamed.
"This is impossible!!"
"Nothing is impossible!"
Jiang Dali bent his knees slightly, then fiercely pushed off the ground. The manic, destructive power within his body immediately boiled over, and his aura soared.
Strike him while he was down and take his life!
Boom!
As the ground shook violently, two huge pits exploded beneath his feet. His enormous body surged out with the flame-like saber swinging in hand, seemingly burning and distorting the air itself.
Within a breath, the two closed in again.
Yet at that moment, an extremely oppressive and terrifying force suddenly erupted from Purple Clad King Jing's body. The killing intent on his face flared as he shook both arms and shouted, "Thirteen Levels of Wuji Wudao!!!"
Before Jiang Dali could even close his eyes, a blinding radiance erupted alongside overwhelming killing intent. The saber strike from his arms seemed to have fallen into a quagmire, unable to advance, while his skin