Chapter 883: Practical Combat II
"Leap Space?!" Lu Sheng's eyelid twitched. He knew that the power had been too overwhelming, tearing space apart and creating a leaping execution effect.
He hurriedly drew in the Netherflame covering his body, then violently erupted it outward.
Boom!!! Countless streams of Netherflame exploded outward from him in every direction, immediately destabilizing the surrounding space.
The nine Blade Marks that had just vanished were also disrupted, reappearing over a thousand meters away from Lu Sheng.
To a Mingluo powerhouse, a thousand meters was no more than the flick of a finger.
Lu Sheng did not even have time to dodge before the first Blade Light struck his chest.
Pssh!! The platinum blade seemed to pass through an incorporeal body, plunging directly into Lu Sheng without leaving a wound.
Yet Lu Sheng's entire body, soul included, froze stiff. He could not move.
Then came the second, the third, the fourth—until the ninth.
All nine Blade Lights struck into Lu Sheng's body.
His body remained utterly rigid.
Several seconds later.
Boom!! Lu Sheng's entire body exploded from within, becoming countless golden flames that shot in every direction.
Everything he had—his body, his soul, all of it—was completely annihilated in that instant.
Several minutes passed.
Only then did the countless golden flames in space swiftly gather into a single mass. The sea of fire contracted, condensing into the human form Zhong Yun had possessed earlier.
He was an elegant-looking middle-aged scholar clad in white robes, with golden Patterns on his face. At that moment, however, his expression was extremely ugly.
Cough, cough, cough. He covered his mouth, and a thread of golden blood quietly seeped through his fingers.
"Heh heh. A mere junior actually dared to look down on me. The price of looking down on me is