Fall of Hong Yuan
"Parlor tricks." Jiang Chen sneered.
Jiang Chen threw a punch.
The shadow of his fist transformed into a black dragon, lunging straight at Hong Yuan before him.
"This is bad." Hong Yuan sensed that Jiang Chen's martial technique possessed devastating power and posed an enormous threat to him, so he immediately tried to flee.
Who would have thought that an invisible force would suddenly bear down on Hong Yuan? It was Jiang Chen's soul power.
Jiang Chen's soul power made Hong Yuan's body sink, greatly increasing the pressure on him. His speed was severely affected, leaving him unable to escape at once.
"This is bad." Hong Yuan's expression changed drastically. By then, the shadow of Jiang Chen's fist had already reached him. Hong Yuan had no choice but to draw his spirit sword and slash forward, intending to block Jiang Chen's martial technique.
Unfortunately, the gap between their strength was too great. Hong Yuan was no match for Jiang Chen, and his attack could not stop the black dragon shadow. It slammed directly into Hong Yuan.
Hong Yuan let out a miserable cry as his entire body was sent flying. The protective true-qi barrier he had condensed shattered instantly.
"Sword Control Technique." Jiang Chen threw out the Demonic Soul Blade.
Under Jiang Chen's powerful soul control, the Demonic Soul Blade shot toward Hong Yuan at astonishing speed.
Hong Yuan was in immense pain, and his consciousness had grown hazy. Jiang Chen's strike had been far too powerful. Hong Yuan had suffered severe internal injuries, with several ribs broken.
Hong Yuan no longer had any fighting power. This was the perfect opportunity for Jiang Chen to kill him.
The Demonic Soul Blade flew toward Hong Yuan at astonishing speed. It was a tenth-tier weapon, and after fighting