Breaking Free I

Whoosh! Whoosh! Two heavy iron hammers circled above Lu Sheng's head, forming a blackish-gray phantom that continuously emitted savage, shrieking whistles as they tore through the air.

"!!!??" Wang Houzhong's expression changed drastically. He might have been strong, but that did not mean he could face head-on a thousand-pound warhammer smashing toward him at such speed.

"Take this—Skylark Spirit Strike!"

Before Lu Sheng had finished speaking, a black hammer-shadow crashed toward Wang Houzhong.

Boom!!

A stone wall exploded out of nowhere and collapsed.

At the critical moment, Wang Houzhong flashed aside. The spot along the outside of his arm that had been grazed burned fiercely.

A faint sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead. Between the pride of being a Grandmaster and his own safety, he ultimately chose safety.

He glanced back, and his pupils contracted slightly.

The black hammer that had just struck the wall had vanished.

"Not good!" He hurriedly turned back, but it was already too late. A piercing howl rushed straight at him.

He hastily crossed his arms before his body, hunching his head and back.

Boom! An unimaginable force slammed brutally into his arms. Wang Houzhong activated his Eight Aspects Golden Body to its fullest, blocking the spikes on the hammer's surface, but the immense impact still forced him back more than ten steps before his back crashed heavily into a stone pillar.

Crack.

Cracks appeared across the pillar's surface. It had clearly come within a hair's breadth of breaking. The hammer smashed into a wall at the edge and embedded itself in the middle. With a hard tug from Lu Sheng, it flew out and swept toward Wang Houzhong again.

"Body Consolidation!" Wang Houzhong roared, spreading his arms and fiercely grabbing for the incoming bronze hammer.

Bang! His two palms actually caught the enormous