The Sword Qi Tornado was a Divine Art of terrifying destructive power. Anyone caught inside would be shredded by countless strands of Sword Qi in an instant.
Sword Qi roared and raged like a dragon, tearing through the void as though it would devour everything.
"You coward who only knows how to run! Let's see where you can flee this time! I had to beg my father to spend a fortune on this Divine Art just to deal with you."
Cong Rui stared at Jiang Ping An inside the Sword Qi Tornado, his voice vicious, his face twisted with malice and triumph.
Still, he knew one Divine Art alone would be unlikely to kill Jiang Ping An outright.
He donned his Golden Flame Armor. It shone as brilliantly as the blazing sun. Golden sword in hand, he plunged into the storm of Sword Qi without hesitation, intent on shredding Jiang Ping An completely.
Inside the storm, Jiang Ping An's white hair whipped wildly. Sharp Sword Qi sliced across his body like blades, shredding his clothes and leaving shocking trails of blood.
His brows drew tight, but his expression remained cold and calm.
He quickly donned his Black Flame Armor. Black flames rose from it, fending off the Sword Qi as he fought his way out.
"Die!"
Cong Rui roared, swung his golden sword, and unleashed another Divine Art.
Golden Sword Light arced through the Sword Qi Tornado, illuminating it from within as it bore down on Jiang Ping An with chilling killing intent.
The golden Sword Light struck Jiang Ping An. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and he flew out of the Sword Qi Tornado like a kite with its string cut. He slammed into a towering building, bringing it down in a thunderous collapse that sent dust billowing skyward.