Song Zhong sensed the fierce aura striking from behind. Battle intent surged within him, soaring into the heavens.
So what if there were two Golden Body Realm cultivators!
If I can kill one Golden Body Realm cultivator, I can kill two!
They are only at the first level of the Golden Body Realm, merely one realm above me. What is there to fear!
Strands of purple lightning emerged around his body.
Thunderclap Impervious Art!
As though he had not noticed a powerful enemy attacking from behind, he paid no heed to his rear. The long blade in his hand continued unabated, cleaving heavily toward Zhao Hong before him.
All the hairs on Zhao Hong's body instantly stood on end.
Madman, you madman!
Have you not noticed someone attacking you from behind?
So what if you severely wound me with one slash!
You are only in the Star River Realm. You do not possess a Golden Body. If Zhang Liran hits you, you will undoubtedly die.
What good does severely wounding me do you!
He had originally been attacking with his sword, but his Golden Body had failed to block Song Zhong's lightning. His inner aura churned beneath the lightning's bombardment, and it was already too late for him to withdraw his sword and defend.
He could only watch helplessly as that slash, which seemed capable of splitting the entire sky asunder, drew closer and closer.
"Rip..."
The heavy slash fell.
Golden Body Realm cultivators did not merely condense a Golden Body; the strength of their flesh also greatly increased.
Yet when this slash fell, it directly cleaved through all his muscles and bones.
The next instant, terrifying lightning surged into his body like floodwaters bursting through a broken dam.
Destruction!
At this moment, he had only one feeling: this lightning