A full-power strike from the early Eighth Turn.
That slash was several times stronger than the probing strike before it.
Fang Chen's pupils contracted. He held the Floating Immortal Sword before him, and his Chaos Sword Ray surged.
Clang!
The instant saber and sword collided, Fang Chen flew backward like a kite with its string cut. He smashed through several massive chunks of law-sediment rock, blood spraying from his mouth.
Bloodslaughter Demon Emperor's strength was truly terrifying.
The gap between the early Eighth Turn and the Seven-Turn Early Stage was like a gulf that split heaven from earth.
But there was not a trace of fear in Fang Chen's eyes.
He was smiling.
Bloodslaughter Demon Emperor frowned.
Fang Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly straightened.
He tightened his grip on the Floating Immortal Sword. The Dao Patterns on its Sword Body raced wildly, and the Chaos Vortex at its tip spun faster still.
A surge of energy, pure to the extreme, poured through the hilt and into his body.
It was the Demonic Qi the Floating Immortal Sword had devoured from the Blade Ray when he took Bloodslaughter Demon Emperor's slash head-on.
The energy had been violent and chaotic, but after the Floating Immortal Sword refined it, it had become absorbable source power.
The Floating Immortal Art circulated furiously within Fang Chen, devouring, refining, and absorbing that energy.
His aura kept climbing.
Fang Chen hovered beneath the Time Bell, facing that monstrous demonic might head-on.
He did not retreat.
It was not that he did not want to. He could not.
The Heaven Refining Furnace was still resisting that enormous golden hand, and the Meteor Tear inside it was at the final moment of taking shape. If he retreated, the World Will would seize