Sparks still crackled from the gap. Most of the True Martial Power on its body had dissipated to withstand the explosion.
This Concept-Type Sky Demon had been thoroughly corroded by the Intent Manifestation. Crimson lightning flames still burned its "flesh," never to be extinguished.
It struggled to rise. The armor controlled its body; it wanted to flee, but the armor's true master would not allow it.
Its gaze locked onto Meng Chuan as its body was once more forced into a charging stance.
This charge was a death sentence, yet True Martial Emperor on the throne did not care in the slightest.
At that moment, Meng Chuan merely stamped the ground and burst forward, stirring the air as it propelled him instantly before the heavenly soldier.
Before the spear in its hand was even steadied, a heavy kick wrapped in Bajiquan Intent Manifestation had already swept toward its face.
Though the heavenly soldier had suffered grievous wounds, it still reacted.
It instinctively crossed both arms to block, but most of its True Martial Power had dissipated just now.
Relying on its own strength alone, it could not withstand the might of the Intent Manifestation's renewed eruption.
This kick seemed to carry a crashing wave amid turbulent currents as it struck its helmet with perfect precision.
Bang!
The heavenly soldier's head instantly separated from its body, its neck severed.
The silver-white helmet did not fly far. Deeply hidden Hidden Manifest Force exploded it into dust midair.
He had already won. Meng Chuan sensed that this kick had completely destroyed every trace of vitality in the Concept-Type Sky Demon.
He stood quietly where he was and looked toward True Martial.
"Great Emperor, have I passed the trial?"
True Martial Emperor slowly rose to his feet and slightly lowered His head.
The pressure