Boom!
After a dull, thunderous blast, the sword qi filling the sky instantly scattered.
Wang Wu had not died. He had merely used both arms—no, more precisely, two enormous bear paws—to shield his vital points. It looked rather comical, because every single claw on those bear paws was as large as his entire body.
"Half-Demon?"
At last, a hint of intrigued amusement appeared on Liu Zongbai's formerly cold face.
"So you're a Half-Demon! Yet you managed to deceive the Heavenly Pride Ranking. You and the Lu Family behind you can both go die! How could the Human Race's Heavenly Pride Ranking allow filthy things like you to sully it? Die!"
Before his voice had faded, Liu Zongbai had vanished from where he stood. The Curtain Battlefield spanning three hundred kilometers suddenly began to tremble faintly, as though it could no longer bear such ruinous pressure.
Even Wang Wu felt as if a great mountain were pressing down on him, leaving him unable to move.
Only then did a chant-like murmur drift over. He wanted to hear it, yet could not make it out. He wanted not to hear it, yet every word was crystal clear. He was constantly being pulled to the limit, trapped in endless contradiction, even giving rise to infinite illusions.
For one moment, Wang Wu had nearly thought he had encountered a K-type Cultivator.
There was really no other way. He had not wanted this either.
He had already admitted defeat and begged to be spared, yet this man still pressed him relentlessly, pushing his luck at every step!
With a soft sigh, Wang Wu first activated his Danger Sense—the highest level.
In that instant, all distortions, all contradictions, and all illusions were reduced to nothing. Then he regained his grasp of the battlefield's situation.
Just as