Yan Guan Zhuo gripped his crimson axe with both hands. His arm muscles strained to their limits as he struggled to swing the blade toward the oncoming attack.
Jiang Ping An wore a suit of translucent Crystal Demon Bone Armor, its surface gleaming with a cold light.
He had fused an invincible conviction with pure Martial True Meaning, and his entire body radiated an astonishing aura.
For a moment, Yan Guan Zhuo felt as though he faced not a Fifth-Order God King, but a peerless god or devil awakened from primordial times!
Until now, Yan Guan Zhuo had never imagined that a God King only at the Fifth Level could be so powerful that he defied all reason.
What ancient race had brought forth this monster?
Endless regret filled Yan Guan Zhuo. Why had he ever provoked this man?
He should never have been greedy. He should never have tried to seize Jiang Ping An's Divine Art.
Now, not only had he failed to obtain it, but he was about to lose his life.
The thought of fleeing flashed through Yan Guan Zhuo's mind.
Reality, however, was merciless.
Jiang Ping An's aura and attacks had him completely pinned down. He did not even have a chance to turn and run.
Thud!
Jiang Ping An raised a leg and drove his foot hard into Yan Guan Zhuo's side.
The Black Flame Armor Yan Guan Zhuo had taken such pride in shattered instantly, dissolving into countless black fragments.
The immense impact passed through the armor and crushed his internal organs.
Blood surged up Yan Guan Zhuo's throat and poured uncontrollably from his mouth, staining the void before him red.
Before using True Martial, Jiang Ping An's punches and kicks could never have wielded such terrifying destructive power.
But now, with True Martial